Hi Guys,
This weeks blog may hit a little too close to home for some people, i apologise if this occurs for some of you.
I want to start about 4 years in the past, 4 years ago i was looking forward to starting my theology degree up at Cliff College, I had no idea that in 4 years my life would change so much.
4 years ago i was living in a suburban town near Hull, where the entirety of my life had been spent, spent with people i knew and people i had grown up with, my parents had decided to move up to Northumberland and i wasn’t all impressed by upping sticks and leaving the town I had grown up in and had all my friends in.
September came around and I moved up to cliff to begin my degree, my parents were due to move in November, so i had one weekend in my old house before driving to a new place to spend Christmas with my family – This move, and leaving home and all the change initially became a little too much and in November of that year I was placed on Anti Depressants from the doctor near to Cliff.
Initially it helped me to cope and to deal with all the Major change that occurred, but clearly it didn’t, the time spent at home around Christmas made me feel better, and i felt that i could carry on, the rest of my first year went without much else going wrong and I passed first year with a 2:2 which i was happy with.
What i didn’t realise was that while i thought i was okay, and that i could cope without the pills after summer, I didn’t realise that i wasn’t better and i was slowly sliding further and deeper into a depressed state, this wasn’t a quick change, hence why i think i didn’t notice it, i was slowly becoming more and more lethargic, self neglectful and in some instances self harming, and even considering suicide.
My second year of Uni started off badly, people I had connected with in the previous year had either left, or moved to different uni’s, so I felt increasingly isolated and more alone with my thoughts, thats when the self harming started and i became more self neglectful toward myself.
What I never realised is that when you’re in a severely depressed state, you don’t realise how depressed you actually are, you think that everything is fine, and that because you’re only sleeping 2/3 nights out of the week, you think that its because you need to get work done, it is in fact because I was suffering from insomnia, insomnia and depression go hand in hand, and it is honestly the most awful thing anyone can suffer with.
Around Christmas time, after one of my closest friends had intervened and called my parents I decided it was best to return home and re focus and try and get better. a few years down the line and after many hours spent being shouted at by the Doctor, who I credit with saving my life and many days spent trying to fix myself things seem to be looking up.
I spent many nights wondering why i never felt comfortable enough to tell my full story, and I know many of you have been told parts of the story, but I feel like this was the right time to tell it in its entirety (Plus I’m sick of blogging about Donald Trump!)
I suppose it is healthy every so often to go back and revisit the past, and being honest, this is the first time I’ve ever wanted to fully disclose the issues i faced, because I know that someone, somewhere will be experiencing the same things, and those people need to know that they aren’t alone, someone does care and someone does love them.
I wish i had been told this at the time, but the best thing I can do is tell someone else these things.
The facts in themselves are staggering;
In 2014, 19.7% of people in the UK aged 16 and over showed symptoms of anxiety or depression – a 1.5% increase from 2013. This percentage was higher among females (22.5%) than males (16.8%).
It is estimated that 1 in 6 people in the past week experienced a common mental health problem
Mental health problems are one of the main causes of the burden of disease worldwide. In the UK, they are responsible for the largest burden of disease– 28% of the total burden, compared to 16% each for cancer and heart disease
1 in 4 Adults, will either experience or know someone with Mental Health problems or will suffer themselves.
So, how do the stats make you feel? I never knew when I was suffering that so many people went through the same things as myself, I always thought that it was myself against the world, and that nobody understood me, and nobody understood my situation.
I had two methods of coping, and ongoing things i like to class as recovery aids, one is a song by a band called Rise Against, called “Tragedy and Time” – one of my favourite lines in that song goes like this;
“Nothing matters when the pain is all but gone
When you are finally awake
Despite the overwhelming odds, tomorrow came
And when they see you crack a smile
And you decide to stay a while
You’ll be ready then, to laugh again.”
If you wish to listen to the whole song, the link is attached below
So, questions
– How do we make church a safe place for those suffering and those recovering?
– Mental health is slowly losing the stigma attached to it of being weak etc, how do we speed that process of making the stigma finally disappear?
– How do we support those that end up ultimately caring for their loved ones?
– If you have experienced mental health issues, or know someone who has, what things helped your recovery?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K2YgwN6P_7E
Peace, love and Blessings,
Andrew