My Life Living with Mental Health Challenges

Well….here I am. I have absolutely no clue what I am doing. But it was time. Time to talk. Not just to myself but to anyone, everyone, everybody who wants to listen. Why was it time…because I am not ashamed anymore. No longer ashamed of my mental health struggles. I own them now. I want to help others. I want you to know it’s ok. I want you to know that when you are in one of those dark, dark valleys where you see nothing and are surrounded by hopelessness, fear, and confusion and when it is literally all you can do to get our of bed, put on some clothes (much less take a shower and brush your teeth), and just try to exist….that there is hope. There is a light. It will shine again. It will begin again. It may start shining the next day, maybe the next month, it may take 11 months….I can’t tell you how long it will take to shine again…but it will. Your job….just get there. Somehow, someway. Will you be confused? Yes. Will you ever really understand why God made you this way? No. Will this journey be full of unimaginable, unexplainable circumstances, challenges, and triumphs? Yes. Will it hurt along the way and will people hurt you along the way? Absolutely. Will there be an unfair cost that gets taken out on you just because of your challenges? I hate to say it, but probably so.

I say all this to say that you can, and will, make it. I am going to share my story. I’m going to tell you what my struggle has been like, what I (with the help of so many others) did to come out on the other side of the challenges. Maybe my stories can help in some way. Some little way.

Blessings and Love,

Tate