Hello, my name is Corina, I’m 22. I have recently become very aware of my mental health situation, and it’s been a struggle. I am writing this blog in hopes of finding a release within a writer’s community. I love to write, and I think this could be therapeutic for me. Hopefully, I will be able to be there for others along the way.
I grew up with a psych nurse. I was and still am constantly aware of and learning about a lot of things in the medical world. Because of this I try my hardest to be empathetic and sympathetic towards others mental and physical health. Except through that I forgot about myself.
My friends always came to me with everything. I loved being a person they trusted and could talk to. I have been a caregiver for almost a year and I’m passionate about it. Having grown up with my mother I watched her care for thousands of people and always say that she loves what she does. She came home after getting her ass handed to her by a patient or after hearing a horrible back story, and she always carries herself back. She always strives to give the best she can to others. I want to be just like her and that’s why I’m going to school to be a RN. I just didn’t realize how important self-care was going to be to be able to do that.
I have always been a “worry wart”. I ask a million questions. I’ve never really lived in the moment. I’m constantly scared of the consequences of my actions. I think the worst and because of that I self-sabotage everything. I am experiencing horrible burnout and it breaks my heart. I can’t get out of bed. I find no joy in anything anymore.
My boyfriend and my best friend are worried because they have both been through this. They also know how stubborn I am. However, I have been going to counseling, but I can’t shake the constant anxiety and depression. They pushed me to talk about medication and that is where I am. I know they are right, though. I don’t have a good grip on things and they just care about and love me.
I have my medication consultation today, and I’m very nervous.