Bigger than me: part 2/5

(Part 2/5 of a series of posts sharing my reality of dealing with something I thought I was immune to) For my entire adult life, I’d always been on the outside looking in on those with mental health un-wellness. Over the years I’ve learned a lot in an effort to support and stand by loved ones who were struggling. And like I said before when you truly love something, you’ll do whatever it takes to make it perfect. I’ve never fully understood what it’s like to be the one on the inside, the one in need of that help. Until now.For about 9 months between the tail end of 2016 and early 2017, I struggled. Not even aware. I didn’t realize the distance I was creating between my family and friends. I was doing what I knew best and felt was the answer to pull myself out of a funk. But my energy and efforts were all failing me. Over time I became exhausted, completely detached from family, friends and losing all motivation to do the things I loved…The things that were my therapy and kept me fighting and focused. Finally, after a difficult conversation with @myalldayparty we made an appointment to see a doctor. I was at the end of an unraveling rope. The very next day I collapsed and had a seizure from emotional and physical exhaustion. I was now on the inside.