Don’t be afraid to ask for help

Lately I’ve been thinking, “Should I share my story? Or should I just keep it?”. Some people say privacy is everything, and privacy is the key of happiness, but I don’t know why I have willing to share my story with the intention of inspiring others who suffer the same problem as me. Having considered several factors so here I am decided to share my story.

Finally I’m asking for help

Finally, after everything I’ve been through, I decided to ask for help from phsychiatries. (Sorry for my English, guys, I’m still practicing). The culmination of it all was a few months ago when I experienced psychosomatic symptoms such as tingling sensations throughout my body, and the attending doctor at the emergency department referred me to a psychiatrist. After visiting the psychiatrist, I was diagnosed with anxiety and depressive disorder.

When the doctor suggested that I should immediately visit a psychiatrist, I didn’t go right away. It took me two months to gather the courage to finally visit a psychiatrist.

Why was courage needed?

I might be afraid of the societal stigma around me. Let’s not talk about community, I was even scared whether my husband would accept my condition. But thankfully, my husband actually became my number one supporter.

How Am I doing now?

It’s been 3 months since I’ve visited a psychiatrist. The day I was diagnosed with that illness, I had mixed feelings. But I’m doing well so far and feel much better. I’ve stopped having suicidal thoughts and self-harm. I even felt more closed and connected with my kids. I’ve been writing more often, learning a new language, and even learning to paint with watercolor.

In this chance, I wanna remind all of you not to be afraid to ask for help. There are many things I want to say, but my English vocabulary could be improved. I promise to study English more often to write more extensively in English. Thank you for reading!

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