The best of men
Just watched the BBC drama The best of men, the inspiring story about the birth of the paralympics.
I had tear's in my eye's by the end of the program. The stereotype of individuals with physical and mental health problems have come a long way. Along with our perception of what's normal. There is no normal, I'm proof of that.
I bumped into someone this morning who I used to work with nearly 3 years ago. The usual question, what are you doing now? I had to tell them am still not working, but I am working on getting myself back to work. I had an entire conversation with out mentioning mental health. Which is still the big elephant in the room.
I have an anxiety disorder, and Iv battled depression for the past 10 years. After my awkward meeting this morning I felt down, ashamed as though I'm doing something wrong. Watching the program reminded me am doing everything right. I'm doing everything i can to improve my mental and physical health.
I'm attending back to work class, volunteering one day a week and attending work experience at the Pantry. The paralympics reminds me that am not the only one overcoming problems, and that I should refuse to give up trying. My progress might not be quick enough for government projections and statistic's but I'm doing whats best for me.
Baking is my therapy. I bake for myself, so I can still eat muffins, cakes and cookies. I bake for friends and family, as a way of thanking them for being there and supporting me. Most of all I bake because it's something I love to do xxxx
Don't let any one make you feel the way I felt today and never give up trying.