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🌿 World Mental Health Day: Living with Anxiety

This is my first post on The Mighty, and if I’ve made any mistakes, I truly apologize — I just wanted to speak from the heart.

So, as you all know, today is 10th October — a day many people don’t realize is celebrated as World Mental Health Day.

Honestly, I’ve never understood why there’s so much taboo surrounding mental health issues or disorders. It’s heartbreaking to think about how many people suffer in silence or give up living altogether because they’re scared of being judged or unable to get the proper help they truly deserve.

Society often associates mental struggles with weakness, which reflects a lack of empathy and awareness. From my perspective, people who deal with any kind of mental challenge are some of the strongest individuals you will ever meet.

I remember in my school, teachers coming into class and dismissing these issues as “Your brain playing games” or “It shows a weak mindset, not real.” It just shows the hypocrisy — on one hand, they talk about helping students and understanding them, and on the other, they dismiss something so serious.

I’m not saying all teachers are the same, but in my lifetime, I’ve rarely come across one who takes these things as seriously as they should be taken.

**My Experience With Anxiety**

People are always quick to judge and say, “You’re shy,” but in reality, I struggle with anxiety — not just socially. It took me a while to understand that I’m not introverted; I have anxiety.

People often think anxiety is just about not being able to speak in public, but it goes far beyond that. Yes, public speaking can be difficult, but it doesn’t end there.

Living with anxiety feels like living a two-faced life — you’re not truly yourself. One moment you’re sitting calmly, and the next, you’re questioning your whole existence. You try to show that you’re doing well, but mentally you’re fighting a battle with your own thoughts — or as people like to call them, “inner demons.”

Anxiety doesn’t just affect you in public; it makes you overthink even while building or maintaining relationships. There’s constant stress, restlessness, and anxiety attacks — moments when it feels like everything is trembling or falling apart.

You’re never fully relaxed. I often say, you’re never really you with anxiety. Your thoughts control you instead of you controlling them. By the end of the day, you’re mentally and physically drained, even if you haven’t done much work. You want to sleep, but the moment you lie down, the cycle starts again.#MentalHealth #Anxiety

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Peace🕊️

I wanted to share something I experienced last night.

I had an emotional breakdown and released all emotions I had suppressed for a long while…

I prayed and gave everything I struggled with to Yahweh. This time aloud.

Somewhere along my prayer I realised that there was calm in my heart.

This calm extended to a feeling of total peace, being loved and safety. So intense that I can’t really put it into words. It was really beyond that. Like the total opposite of feeling overwhelmed by the pain of the world, if you get my meaning.

The last time I felt Yahwehs presence so intensely was when I was thirteen and eight.
So it’s been a while.

I must confess, in the last years I have been lukewarm.
I realised that and tried to get my fire back.
Anyways that experience rekindled the fire inside me and I just wanted to share it.

The knowledge that I’m not alone in this fight, that His presence is always there was so calming. At that time I felt ready to face anything.

And that’s something I want to achieve later in life. I struggle so much with my mental health. But someday I want to be someone who stands so firm in her faith and relationship with Yahweh that she isn‘t shaken by the things of the world.

This was quite personal but it really meant much to me so I wanted to share this.

#Christian #Depression #MajorDepressiveDisorder #CPTSD

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My Story: Part 4 #ADHD #Depression #Anxiety #BorderlinePersonalityDisorder

I was snuggling with my boyfriend, probably crying/whining about life, when he told me, "You just need someone who will hold you while you cry, and tell you it's going to be okay."

I knew he was referring to himself, and I was totally ready and willing to accept that comfort, as fragile as it felt, even knowing that our relationship was not one that would have worked out long term. I think we both knew that, to be honest.

What I absolutely did NOT expect to feel was the pressure of invisible arms wrapping me in a warm hug, and an indescribable sense of peace filling my soul. While I didn't hear some resounding voice telling me something profound, the feelings were accompanied by a certainty of knowledge that I was literally feeling the love of God. Though I tried to describe the experience, my boyfriend, whose religious beliefs were so unique I don't even know how to classify them, was certainly unimpressed that his romantic moment had been usurped.

As I was processing the experience on my way home, I had to pull over, as my tears made driving unsafe, and soul-wrenching sobs soon followed. Over the past several months my own guilt and shame had caused me to pull away from my very personal relationship with God. It wasn't just a matter of following all the rules to be "good enough", although in my youth I did feel as though that was a large part of it. There was more to it, though I don't know that I could have put words to it at the time.

However, NEVER had I felt so fully SEEN and LOVED in such a tangible way, both physical and spiritual. In that moment, I understood that God hadn't distanced himself from my mess, but, in my shame, *I* had tried to hide from *HIM*. God had been there beside me the entire time.

I'll never know for sure why God reached out so powerfully in that particular moment. Maybe it was just that I had finally truly hit rock bottom enough to recognize and accept it Whatever the reason, it was as though a vague map of my future was laid out in my mind. I saw where my current choices were leading, and I knew that was not the life I wanted for myself, or my future children, but I felt absolutely powerless and terrified to make the choices that would lead to greater happiness and freedom from the prison of lies I'd built around myself. I literally begged God to pluck me off the path I was on, and place me on the one I knew He had in mind for me. One step at a time, God nudged me in the right direction.

First, wholeheartedly believing that I would lose my relationships with most of my friends and family, and probably be kicked out of my parents home (though they'd truly never said or done anything that sugested such a response) I came clean to everyone about "The Big Lie". Yes, obviously, there was a significant amount of hurt and confusion, and a surprisingly small amount of admitted judgment, which I totally understood. However, I was astonished at the overwhelming responses of love and forgiveness, and even compassion!

Emboldened by this result of the hardest step of all, I went on to end my relationship with my boyfriend, go back to church, and get my first ever job in retail. I was back on the right track! If only I'd had the faith in God and belief in my own worth to stay on it...

More to come, soon. Thanks for taking the time to read! This is mostly getting it all out, but also hoping that someone might gain even the tiniest thing from my openness.

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My Story: Part 3 #excessivedaytimesleepiness #depression #Anxiety #adhd #borderlinepersonalitydisorder

**Trigger warning: SA & miscarriage**
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My following actions fill me with shame to this day. It's one of my top 2 regrets in life, truly. I was ignorant and insensitive of others' very real and extremely traumatic experiences, and my heart physicaly hurts to think about it. I call it "The Big Lie", though the name doesn't nearly do its enormity and potential for damage justice.

I began explaining away my brokenness to friends and family alike with a fictional tale of rape and subsequent miscarriage.

I got attention and sympathy, rather than the judgement I felt I deserved for my academic and mental "failures" and which I truly deserved for the lie itself. The guilt, however, was even more devastating to my self-esteem than my original situation. I even tried to convince myself of my own lie, just to escape the crushing guilt of my own conscience.

Finals week wrapped up this train wreck of a semester just perfectly. My back (quite legitimately) seized up so severely that I was stuck bent at about a 45 degree angle for at least 3 days, in so much pain that I literally could not walk without assistance. I slept on a couch in the ground floor lobby of my dorm, while my stuff was packed up by friends and family, and I was taken home as soon as my back finally responded to pain medication and released enough to sit up for the 4 hour drive home. Again, my professors were very understanding and offered to postpone my finals, but I was so devastated by the disastrous mess I'd made of my Freshman year of college, that I couldn't bring myself to return. Not only had I racked up a whopping (at the time) $20K in student loans, I had also thrown away a half tuition scholarship, as well a much smaller musicianship scholarship.

I had decided that I was a complete waste of a human being, and had no idea what to do next. So, I fell back on a relationship with my childhood sweetheart, despite knowing that we weren't actually any good for each other. I went from my first kiss to my first time in minutes, on a bare mattress on the floor, in an apartment smelling strongly of cat pee and clove cigarettes; my standards clearly reflective of my own level of self worth and naivete, having come from a smoke-free, middle class, messy-not-filthy, and religious home. *(If this is your reality, please know that I get it, now. There are a million roads to this type of situation, and most of them are filled with pain. I truly hold only compassion, no judgment. I only mention it, because at the time it was a situation I never would have foreseen myself in.)*

What happened next was nothing short of miraculous...

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This year I have learned a lot about letting go and speaking up/out

“Open up next to you and my secrets become your truth
And the distance between that was sheltering me comes in full view
….It hurts to be here
I only wanted love from you.”
~~~~~~~
“A heart can break a thousand times
No hands can take what’s ours”
No hands can take what’s inside
~~~~~~~
“You took my light, you drained me down
But that was then and this is now…
This is the part of me that you’re never ever gonna take away from me…
Throw your sticks and your stones Throw your bombs and your blows
But you’re not gonna break my soul
…You will never put me out again.”
~~~~~~~
“The same tricks that,
that once fooled me
They won't get you anywhere
I'm not the same kid from your memory
…Now I can fend for myself…
The friends who stuck together
We wrote our names in blood
But I guess you can't accept
that the change is good…
You treat me just like another stranger…
I guess I'll go
I best be on my way out”
~~~~~~~
“Would I be that monster,
scare them all away,
if I let them hear what I have to say…
I can’t keep quiet
for anyone,
not anymore…
They may see that monster
They may run away
But I have to do this…
I can’t keep quiet
A one woman riot”
~~~~~~~
“Never forget who you are”

(Various lyrics from several different songs)

#artastherapy #Lyrics #Music #CPTSD #Relationships #Trauma #EmotionalAbuse #Grief #Healing

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Best Part by MILCK

Here I am
Sensitive, with a sense of confidence
I survived, made it through the worst of it
Can't heal unless it hurts a bit

Here I go
Day by day, the world it gets more colorful
Learnin' that the broken road is beautiful
The more I learn to let you go
The more I see the

Wild parts I never met
The way that I built you up in my head
And you weren't easy to love, just hard to forget
But I'm gettin' close, now I know

The bеst part of losin' you
Was findin' I could make it through
When you left mе on the dark side of the moon
The best part, best part
Is even though a heart can break
I'm startin' over, that's ok
Found a side of me I never even knew
That's the best part of losin' you…

Here I am
This is what it feels like to begin again
Bittersweet, but better off, I take it in
Forgive it all, but don't forget
Don't forget the

Wild parts I never met
The way that I built you up in my head
And you weren't easy to love, just hard to forget
But I'm gettin' through, now I know

The best part of losin' you
Was findin' I could make it through
When you left me on the dark side of the moon
The best part, best part is
Even though a heart can break
I'm startin' over, that's ok
Found a side of me I never even knew
That's the best part of losin' you…

You were a wildfire
You burned it all away
I might have lost myself, but I
Found flowers in your place

The best part of losin' you
Was findin' I can make it through
When you left me on the dark side of the moon
Oh, the best part, best part is
Even though a heart can break
I'm startin' over, that's ok
Found a side of me I never even knew
That's the best part of losin' you

#artastherapy #Music #Lyrics #Relationships #Trauma #EmotionalAbuse #CPTSD #Grief

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Not as We Song by Alanis Morissette

Reborn and shivering
Spat out on new terrain
Unsure, unconvincing
This faint and shaky hour

Day one, day one, start over again
Step one, step one, I’m barely making sense, for now
I'm faking it 'til I'm pseudo making it
from scratch. Begin again, but this time I as I? And not as We?

Gun shy and quivering
Timid, without a hand
Feign brave with steel intent
Little and hardly here

Day one, day one, start over again
Step one, step one, with not much making sense, Just yet
I'm faking it 'til I'm pseudo making it
from scratch. Begin again, but this time I as I? And not as We?

Eyes wet, toward
Wide open, frayed
If God's taking bets
I pray He wants to lose

Day one, day one, start over again
Step one, step one, I’m barely making sense, Just yet
I'm faking it 'til I'm pseudo making it
from scratch. Begin again, but this time I as I? And not as We?

#artastherapy #Music #Lyrics #CPTSD #Grief #Relationships

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