Tag: #IDontMind #BreakTheStigma #MentalHealth #SpeakUp

Unfinished…

Khaye Co

It has been a while since my last blog. It’s not that I have not been writing, there are a bunch of drafts I left unfinished. I really truly did want to write AND publish more than I did, especially during the month of May, so I do apologize. I took the last couple of months to truly figure things out about myself and just life in general. Maybe one day I’ll go through and post them all.

In the last few months I have spoken to others who find themselves in the same boat as me. It is amazing how many people you meet or have known for a while and are struggling internally. You just need to start talking. Get past the stigma, get past the embarrassment. Speak up, not just for you but everyone else who cannot.

You would be surprised at how many of us are out there, silently going through life, barely getting by. I can’t express enough how much weight has been lifted off my shoulder just by merely typing away (even if I have not posted) or speaking to someone.

This summer I chose to spend more time with my family. We went to a few trips, experienced a lot of firsts and truly just enjoyed each other’s company. I definitely needed that. It helped me remember where I came from and who I aspired to be growing up. Sharing stories from the past, remembering who I was BEFORE the trauma and getting away from every thing was just what the doctor ordered.

I chose to live in the moment and try to get away from the past. Honestly there is no getting away from the past. In a way it has shaped me into who I am now. I fought hard to get to where I am now mentally and emotionally. I am no where near perfect, but I am doing better than where I was in the beginning of the year. I may not have reached all my goals in the last couple of months, but at least I am still trying.

The one thing I have learned in the past few months… it’s ok to leave things unfinished… for a little while. Anxiety and depression…you want or feel like you have so much to do, but just can’t bring yourself to start or finish anything. Take it one step at a time, know your limits and know yourself. Some people thrive when challenged, some buckle down and some depending on the situation some can experience both scenarios. All you can do is try your best, if one thing doesn’t work for you try something else, take a break for a little bit, ask for help. Pause, inhale and step back. I guarantee that feeling you get once you have completed a task you tried so hard to even start will make it all worth it.

until next time…

 

 

a hell of a paradox

Khaye Co

It’s officially Mental Health Awareness month.  A few people have asked what is like to have anxiety and depression…Where to begin?! It’s so hard to describe everything I’m thinking or feeling when you don’t really know exactly how you’re feeling.

It’s this overwhelming feeling of wanting to do so many things but not having the will power. It’s feeling anxious about every little thing. This overwhelming worry about everything.  Not wanting to do anything or go any where because of a million reasons in your head about what can go wrong. The appearance of being lazy but in reality you’re just overwhelmed by everything. I could be totally excited about something but depression makes it seem like it’s no big deal. It’s feeling scared and tired all at once, the fear of failing but not wanting to take initiative. Wanting to care about everything then not caring about anything.

The days where you feel like you’re ok, but everyone around you thinks otherwise and pushes and pushes to the point where you are no longer ok but more irritated and angry at the fact they won’t let up. Then thinking about why you got so irritated and angry then feeling so guilty, it’s a viscous cycle. It’s trying to give everyone the benefit of the doubt but thinking the worse case scenario. It’s wanting to be with friends but hate the thought of socializing.

There are days where everything is going just great and your surrounded by all your friends and family but you start to pull away from the group. There are moments when we go out, have a great time and out of no where regretting having gone out and just want to get home as soon as possible. Almost 98% of the time I will choose being a homebody over going any where. It’s pulling away from your friends, no longer doing the things you enjoyed or going to the places you used to frequent. There are times I feel like I’m having a panic attack when meeting someone new or being in large crowds. It’s having all these different scenarios in your head where people don’t like you, are making fun of you or getting embarrassed. I could think of how a whole conversation and encounter can go in my head and everything could go wrong. It’s not wanting to ask a stranger a simple question.

Some days are just more difficult than others. I feel the world on my shoulder and nothing I do or say seems to be right and no one can help. These are days I’ll be driving or in the shower and realize I’m crying uncontrollably and not knowing what the reason is.  It could be something I heard on the radio or TV, maybe a conversation we had recently or even years ago. There are days when I just want to be alone, but at the same time not wanting to be lonely. It’s nothing personal sometimes I just need the space. It’s the nights you lose sleep thinking about things from years ago. It’s also the mornings you lay in bed all day because you just can’t get up.I overthink and push people away then feel abandoned.  It’s feeling broken and no one can put the pieces together. It’s feeling like you’re never good enough for anything

I feel everything all out once and so strongly then feel numb to it all.

“I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.”- Robin Williams

Who knew?

Khaye Co

In my last post I mentioned how talking about mental illness was a no no, especially in my family. How ironic that my closest cousin also has suffered from depression and anxiety? Our environment growing up, we were expected to get good grades, get into a good college, and listen to our elders (regardless of our own beliefs, wants or needs). We grew up in your traditional Asian home, primarily Filipino culture (Chinese/ Filipino and Korean/Filipino) We were never good at showing affection or emotions.

Growing up I can hardly remember ever saying “I Love you,” in our home. I grew up with my grandparents (I’ll write a separate blog regarding this) Don’t get me wrong, everything I have, who I am now, and my values I have my grandparents to thank! My grandma is the sole reason I am who I am, if it weren’t for her I truly would not know what my life would be like now? .

Who remembers anything before they were 6 years old? I certainly don’t, but long story short…

I was born here in California, but I ended up in the Philippines with my immediate family.  It could have been due to the pollution or heat there, but I was in the hospital on a weekly basis, my grandma begged my parents to bring me back to California (at least that’s what she said.) To her other grandchildren she was Mommy Lola, but for me she was Mommy.  I could go on and on about her and I will have a post solely on her, but let’s get back to what inspired this blog…

I had no idea that all these years someone else in my family was going through the same exact thing? As I’ve mentioned our family was not big on emotions. We were told to be good children, what exactly does that mean?! For our family it meant straight As, doing your chores without being told, being home right after school and do as we are told. I lived a sheltered life. I have also suffered not only emotionally, but mentally and physically within those four walls (I’ll save this for another day).

Most of the questions during dinners were and we rarely talked during dinner:

How was school? How are your grades? Why weren’t you home by 3 PM? Where were you? Who were you with?

Not once was I asked, “How are you?” At that time that was the norm. I didn’t even think twice about answering their questions. I didn’t even realize until now that we never talked about how we were feeling. In hindsight, starting from 4th grade all through college I wish my family asked how I was, but then again how would I have answered? Is that the reason why I can’t fully explain how I feel?

It is as if I have been programmed to block out emotions in general. How did I not see she was suffering? Were we just both really good at hiding it? Why did we hide it?

I can’t answer these questions for her, but for me… it was numerous things, but off the top of my head:

-FEAR
-Stigma
-thinking “it’s all in my head”
-Pressures from grandparents, school, work
-not wanting to admit I was different
–needed to be strong
-didn’t want to disappoint
-didn’t want to be labeled as crazy
–thinking”it’s just a phase”

I wish I wrote this sooner or had spoke out about sooner. I wish I could have seen the signs and we could have gone through it together. She is definitely like a sister to me and we have spent countless summers and days together. I’ve replayed so many memories in my head, all I can remember are happy days driving around, shopping, getting food and nights of laughter, studying, arts and crafts. I guess it’s a good thing that our memories together are positive moments, an escape.

Since my post from last night she has also taken the first step in seeking help and I could not be any prouder! My story has helped her realize she isn’t alone in this, not any more. We now have each other and I didn’t think it was possible but we feel closer to each other now than ever before.