In my childhood, in my relationships, in love, in work. I’ve lived and I’ve lost. I’ve made mistakes. I’ve been bullied. Been the bully. Been a thief. Been robbed. Lied, cheated and almost died. I’ve seen some of the darkest things imaginable. I’ve had things happen to me out of the extreme decisions made by other people in my life. My life has been of extremes. I’ve seen first hand how destructive a mental illness can be.
In the end I lost my mum to suicide, had a breakdown, suffered with anxiety, panic attacks, crippling headaches and been through a ton of family dramas that make any soap opera look like a nice little holiday. I’ve been through it all and come out the other side. And I put it all down to two things.
Realising that asking for help is ok — it doesn’t make you weak, a failure or a traitor. The other is writing in a journal.
This story is true. And is proof that accepting help does not make you a loser nor is it a sign of weakness. In fact it’s the complete opposite. It shows courage and determination. It shows strength — super human like strength to defeat the odds and deal your own cards. I am someone that’s been through all that life can chuck at them and I’m here to help as best I can. My hope is that by sharing my story it will help you to realise your own potential and to discover the benefits of writing. You can take from it whatever you feel is beneficial, I just want to prove that talking, writing and sharing is ok. In fact, it’s more than ok.