A note on my mental health struggles and how I’ve been doing
It’s 9 PM, and for the first time in months, I’m sitting outside on my patio, typing away on my laptop as I occasionally glance at the navy blue sky. There are mostly bad memories associated with sitting outside on my patio. For one thing, during most of 2020, I sat outside here under the blazing hot sun writing letters to penpals and cards to the subreddit r/randomactsofcards to keep my mind at bay from severe anxiety, depression, and OCD spirals. Like many people, the pandemic was the most traumatic experience of my life (mental health-wise), and though I’ve made leaps and bounds of progress, I still find myself taking two steps forward and one step back with regards to recovery.
I remember blogging about my severe anxiety, depression, OCD, and insomnia sometime last year, and I’m happy to say that instead of battling these four beasts on a daily, they all tend to come and go in cyclical waves. Maybe for 1–2 weeks, I’m feeling great, and then I usually tend to cycle back into one, or sometimes, all four of these mental health struggles. It’s common, from what I’ve previously read, for these types of beasts to lay dormant for weeks on end before resurfacing, often out of the blue.
I remember seeing multiple “general” therapists who weren’t the right fit for me, and one who helped me tremendously with my…
