20 Things I Want Others to Know About Me and My Mental Illness
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My name is Lynn.
I have depression.
I have anxiety.
I have an eating disorder.
My name is Lynn and I struggle with mental illness.
I’ve known since an early age something was different about me. I never felt like I fit in or was comfortable in my own skin. I always felt periods of overwhelming sadness. Life always felt hard. I could never put a name to what was wrong with me, but I just knew I wasn’t “right.”
I spent years desperately trying to keep my feelings hidden. I tried to pretend I was fine and put on a happy face. I was lying to the outside world and in many ways, lying to myself. Sometimes I think I still am.
That is why I am writing this today.
I have spent the last year trying to get to know myself. Who is the real Lynn? What do I wish people could understand about me and about mental illness?
So here it goes:
1. Mental illness is not a choice.
Because seriously, who would want to cry themselves to sleep on a regular basis? And who would want the heart pounding experience of a panic attack? Nobody would ever choose this.
2. I am not seeking attention.
I am the girl who as a child would stay up early into the morning just sobbing. And I never, ever told anybody about it until recently. Only a handful of people know of my situation and I have trouble really opening up to most people. I like to get attention from positive accomplishments, not my illness.
3. I am not being dramatic.
While some of the things I say and write may come off as dramatic, they come straight from my heart and are brutally honest. My thoughts hurt to say and write sometimes. I wish I didn’t have to think them.
4. It’s hard to understand what’s going on in my mind sometimes.
I don’t understand what is going on in my mind half the time, so I never expect anybody else to. Just know my mind is full of chaos and please understand when I start to spiral, I can’t help it.
5. I sometimes think about killing myself.
The first time it entered my mind, I was about 11. I seriously considered it in college. And now I think about it all the time. It’s not that I want to die, I just want to stop hurting and I don’t want to burden anybody else with my problems. But suicide is not an option.
6. I still want to be your friend.
Please hate my illness and not me. It has robbed me of enough over the years, please don’t let it ruin a friendship.
7. I want you to remember me for the good times.
I am way more than my eating disorder or my depression. And even though I am probably at my worst right now, please remember me at my best. Think of me with smiles and laughter, even though I may not always be able to do the same.
8. I still have a sense of humor.
I have depression, but I am still really funny too. Please do not be afraid to joke with me. I need to laugh more than ever.
9. I feel guilty sometimes.
I am in my head so much of the time that I feel guilty for being selfish. I try hard to be a good friend and not to make life all about me, but if I fail at it, please know I am sorry. I want to know about your life because I care. I guess it’s because I spent so much of my life ignoring my problems and putting others first, now I may need to be a little selfish as I try to get better.
10. I have an eating disorder.
I have an eating disorder called “Other Specified Feeding or Eating Disorder” (OSFED) and it is just as life threatening as the more well-known types. Telling me to “just eat more” sounds simple, but the disease is not about food. I love food and I want to be weight restored to a healthy place. My depression and anxiety make it all the harder. It is a constant battle I fight.
11. I’m scared.
I’m scared of so many things right now. I’m scared I will never beat this. I’m scared I will always feel like this. I’m scared I will let people down. I’m scared I will hurt my friends and family. I’m scared I will die.
12. I am not weak.
It takes a strong person to have lived inside my head for so long. I am not weak even though my mental illness is starting to take its toll and break me down. The fact I am still alive means I am strong. The fact I have been quite successful in life even though I have struggled means I am strong. The fact I am still fighting means I am strong.
13. Sometimes I feel like a failure.
The fact I can’t seem to get control over my own mind makes me feel like a failure. I may know logically this is not my fault, but I still feel like I should be able to “power through” this on my own when I can’t.
14. I’m still an optimist.
Having depression does not make me a negative person. I believe in the power of positive thinking. I believe in looking on the bright side. I believe things happen for a reason. I can see the good in life and recognize my blessings. At the same time, I can also be consumed with sadness and feel as if I’m trapped under a dark cloud.
15. I’m sorry.
I say “I’m sorry” all the time. I am a huge people pleaser and the thought of causing anybody any trouble makes me feel physically ill. I truly am sorry if I do anything to be a burden or to bring somebody down. I want to always be a motivator and help people, not be the person who needs help.
16. I need help.
Another thing I say often of late. It took a little persuasion from a friend to make me realize I needed to get some help for myself. I didn’t know how to ever ask for help before. I didn’t think I was worthy. I still need help and lots of it.
17. I am thankful.
I am so thankful for everything I have in life. Even though things are bad, I would not trade the good coming from it. For the first time, I am allowing myself to feel — even if it hurts. For the first time, I am learning how to be authentic. For the first time, I am learning to trust people. For the first time, I have true friends who have gone above and beyond for me and I would do the same in return.
18. I wear a mask.
I realize I am not the same person so many people thought I was. I was able to wear a mask and put on a front that all was OK for years. But it never really was OK. Not to say I was being fake or phony, I was just protecting others from my disorder and trying my best. The “Lynn” people saw was real — she does exist. But I just did not allow anybody to see the rest of me and I often had to force myself to be “up” when inside, I was crying.
19. I am a good person.
Having a mental illness does not make me a bad person, it makes me a person with an illness. It is no different than having any other illness and I am doing everything in my power to get well.
20. I don’t want you to give up on me.
No matter where my journey leads me, please don’t ever give up on me. The only reason I am still fighting is because of the support I have been shown and the people who continue to be there for me — especially a couple of people in particular and they know who they are.I know it isn’t always easy and I must be hard to listen to and frustrating to understand, but please know I am trying so hard to get better and make you proud.
My name is Lynn and I have a mental illness…
My name is Lynn and I struggle…
My name is Lynn.
A version of this post appeared in “Diary of a Disordered Mind” by Lynn Fairview. It is a story about living and functioning in society with mental illness told through journal entries, poetry and paintings.
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