I got this email a few days ago. Re-reading it makes me feel a little better about battling my particular mental illness publicly.
I just wanted to thank you and Christina for your openness about your mental illness. Two weeks ago I went to the doctor and got treatment for my anxiety/depression. For the first time in 15 years I felt…I felt asking for help didn’t make me a terrible and weak person. I was in one of the worst bouts of depression I had suffered in years and I cried uncontrollable when I admitted to my doctor that I have had anxiety since I was a teen and she prescribed a low dose SSRI. It’s been two weeks and I feel normal. Waking up is possible. For the first time since I can remember I am sleeping less then 9-10 hours and feeling the better for it. Life just seems a little bit possible for the first time in over six months. I have my first counseling/therapy appt. tomorrow and I’m a little nervous but mostly excited in a way. I am not terrified. I am not ashamed that I need this little blue pill and probably will for the rest of my life (runs in the family). Thank you for making it OK, for not making it that I am broken but that I am just a little sick and when you’re sick-specially if it is chronic- you need medication.
You’re welcome. Thank you for making it worth it.