On most occasions, we treat physical symptoms of the body that are obvious as just that. But here’s an account of a woman who found out that her struggle with physical health was much deeper than she thought it was.
Mental and physical health go hand in hand. But usually, people don’t see their physical symptoms as something that could be a manifestation of their mental health struggles. Let’s hear it from Disha Prashant, in her own words, how she came to terms with her mental health problems after suffering physically for some time.
Exhausted and bereft, I sat down to look at the blood dripping between my legs, holding hands to my mouth, refraining from making a sound. I held on to my tears just for a few seconds to believe that everything was still fine.
But it wasn’t and what was more depressing was the fact that I was unable to pin point the reason for my situation. This went on for days, primarily because I was scared of approaching someone and hence, resorted to just changing my schedule, which according to me, was the root of my problem.
But when even that didn’t help, the first thing I did was go to “Google Baba.” Like always, it showed up things I had not even imagined in my wildest of nightmares. I tried to fight my fears but that didn’t help either. Sadness became a constant in my life.
Little did I know that my problem was beyond just the visible physical aspect. Something even more devious was silently making a home in my conscious.
We live in a world where mental health is still a taboo subject. The pandemic, however, has opened the Pandora’s box and has brought to the world the raw and evil side of what goes inside a human mind and how at most times, we are vulnerable to it. When I gathered the courage to tell a doctor what I was going through, the first question she asked me was the reason behind my stress.
Caught off-guard by the question, like any other individual, I was not ready to accept that I could be stressed. To add to my trouble, I dodged the question failing to realize that running away from my mental health issues was not going to help. Medications helped with the physical ailment but my mind needed healing too.
Information and incidences flow through our mind like water, and if we don’t filter, they rupture our power of thought. It took me some time to accept that I was stressed and that my mental health was crumbling.Disha
It was during my second visit to the doctor that I started opening up with the therapist and simultaneously, started my treatment with a gynecologist. The deeper I delved into my mind the more rubble got cleared. I figured that a lot of things, both consciously and unconsciously, were affecting my state of well-being.
Like my current long-distance relationship, followed by running the house with two kids in tow, ensuring everyone’s safety in the time of the pandemic, to name a few. But what really got me was some instances in the past that had left a deep impact on my mind and had now found a way in my conscious thought process, thereby shutting me down.
I feel acceptance is the first crucial step towards a solution. I now realized why the constant jitters, anxiety, sudden bouts of fear, lack of sleep, and constant fatigue were taking a toll on me that resulted in the bleeding.
Our minds and bodies are magic and they have their own unique way of expressing if something dysfunctional is about to happen. The important thing is to listen to them and take action at the first hint they offer, and then accept the signs without hesitation.
There is no shame in accepting that your mental health is in turmoil.
Whether moderate or extreme, it does affect us both internally and externally. The world will always be judgmental but then it is us who will eventually suffer because of it.
There is nothing wrong or abnormal in visiting a therapist and seeking help. We have to remember that it is for our own good. I have witnessed that when one gradually hits normalcy, that sunshine has a different tinge to it altogether.
We all have our highs and lows but please make sure that they don’t drag you down. Keep afloat for one more day and you will definitely reach the shore.
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