What the words ‘recovery’ and ‘relapse’ mean in mental health.

No, I am not an addict. I don’t do drugs. I don’t drink alcohol to excess.

 

But I did have a relapse today.


I have been dealing with panic disorder for… well… the time really blends together for me. But the most severe symptoms started about a year and a half ago I suppose.

Since that time I’ve been on three anti-depressants and finally have found one that works so good for me after a lot of trial and error. I’ve worked very, very hard to face life without the crutch of my benzos because it makes dealing with everything so much easier. But its also not living either to be spaced out all the time.

I’ve worked very hard on breathing techniques, removing unneeded stressors from my life, removing toxic people from my life, and the results have been overwhelmingly positive.

My panic attacks have been nearly nonexistant unless there is an extremely obvious trigger. (This year I was told I had skin cancer… I was 20… turned out I don’t have cancer, but that doctor certainly induced a fair amount of panic attacks until I saw someone else who said I was fine). But like I said, the ones that seemed to happen for no apparent reason pretty much wholly stopped.

I even took myself off of benzos completely and just have a very small amount in case of emergency. That was one of the hardest things to do. I was never addicted in the sense of physically craving them, but by taking them it subdued my anxiety enough to where I never had to try anything else; I could avoid actually working on me.

Like I said, it was definitely my crutch, but one I was so proud to get rid of.


I had a relapse today.

The feelings I haven’t felt in forever.

I was thinking of so many things, thinking of all the work I have to do this weekend, the impending doom of finals, all of the projects and homeworks that still needed finishing. Thinking about recent bad news related to my health. Thinking about it all and thinking all too much.

That should have been my first warning sign. Its very rare my mind rapidly cycles through so much information.

Then the tears started to well up in my eyes and I had that out of body sensation, almost as if I could watch myself, tear streaked face, walk hurridly to the bathroom before anyone could see.

Then I started loosing my breath. Hyperventilating and trying to suck in as much oxygen as possible.

I let out an audible, “No, No, Please No…Not again” between sobs and gasps for air.

I got so hot and the walls of the bathroom stall seemed to get closer and closer.

And then my favorite… the sudden urge to vomit.


You see, that hasn’t happened to me in some time. But it is just as awful as I ever remember it being. Once the worst is over, I have a bit of residual panic left over. I just can’t stop the tears.

I’m crying because going through that is scary,

I’m crying because I’m disappointed in myself,

I’m crying because I couldn’t hold this one in,

I couldn’t deep breathe this one away.


But I’m really crying because I had to take my benzo.

After months of not needing it… I was too weak to handle myself, my emotions, my panic, without a drug.

Even after taking two times my normal dose I still cried the entire way home. Hummilitated even though I had no audience. None of my classmates or teachers had any clue what had just happened in the bathroom down the hall in the second stall.

They woulnd’t guess every time they talk about how much Xanax and other benzos are abused and overprescribed, I shrink in my seat a little. Ashamed because my emergency stash still sits in my purse only feet away. Ashamed that I don’t think I am recovered enough to get rid of it, and worried that I may never be.


When you shame people for using their resources, or for needing medication, that is exactly what happens. We already feel so weak in times of panic, so weak that we can’t get our minds to coexist with our souls. I don’t need the judgement of society to make me feel worthless.

 

I have that covered by myself.

 

Thought Journal ~ 2

I feel so bad when I fall into the sterotypes of mental illness. I put in excessive effort to not fit what society considers a “crazy” person. But sometimes I’m like damn, there I go. Trust me, if it’s frustrating looking from the outside in, just imagine what it is like to literally feel like the conductor on a run away train.  That is exactly how I feel when my mind gets away from me, and just decides to conjur up any thought at will.

So the past few days I have discovered a new hit song called Issues by Julia Michaels. It is very catchy but when I first heard it, I was like holy crap, this is about mental health. Well turns out I was wrong. Its just about the trials and tribulations of a jealous relationship. But I still really like the song because it does lend itself to a wide range of interpretations which is pretty cool. But here we go again – a song getting my mind on a train of illness. And unless I write it out, it usually will stay put there.

I want to talk about something that I have been recently made aware of.

I found out my dad has bipolar disorder. I have written about my dad briefly in this blog before about his struggles with PTSD. And as a 47 year old man I definitely thought the “ship” for mood or psychotic disorders had sailed so to speak.

Well, to make a long and confusing story short, my dad had been taking mood stablizing medication for quite a long time to manage his PTSD, and since he faithfully did so, his bipolar disorder has flown under the radar for all of this time because the medication was working double duty and masked the bipolar disorder extremely well.  Well enough that his own daughter was in actual disbelief when I found out.

I guess now as I look back on my life, he does fit a lot of the characteristics of both manic and depressive states. Now, this is where I’m just going to step on my soapbox real quick and say, if you have not actually ever researched bipolar disorder, then I feel confident in saying you have no idea what it is actually like. Society has picked up the HORRIBLE habbit of using mental illnesses as slang. And when people say “omg I’m just so bipolar today” because you’re a bit indecisive or maybe having some PMS, it is a gross misinterpretation of what people with bipolar disorder actually go through.

*Steps off of soapbox*

Okay, so with that being said, I have an anxiety disorder obviously. And you probably do too since you are literally reading a blog about it (it’s okay, no judgement). So I will just preface this by saying, I do realize that the fear I have right now is probably super out of porporiton, but thanks to my awesome brain something as silly as rationale is not enough to stop me. So I have basically been obsessing about my chances of developing the disorder myself since having a parent with any mental illness increases your own chances significantly.

What I have basically found out is that depending on the study (which I have read several), I have anywhere from a 10-25% chance of having bipolar disorder myself. Also, the disorder usual shows itself around the age of 25. And I am about 4 years shy of that so I am definitely not out of the woods; especially since that figure is just an average and can really appear at any age.

As I have discussed before, I am in nursing school and will be a senior in the fall. Ironically enough, I am in the psychiatric mental health semester right now, working in a psyhiatric clinic and the whole 9 yards. So I have been able to talk with people with all sorts of interesting but dibilitating illnesses. And with Mental Health Awareness Month coming up fairly soon, I decided I better start really advocating for us in whatever way I can – and start writing in this blog periodically again.

Anywho, I decided to just have a bit of humor about the whole situation and try to focus my worried energies that way instead of obsessing about the idea of collecting mental illnesses like stamps.

Panic Disorder- check

GAD – check

Bipolar Disorder – to be determined

After all, having bipolar disorder wouldn’t be the end of the world. I try to always remind myself that whatever I’m going through it’s not the worst thing. The universe has a really cruel sense of humor. That, coupled with Murphy’s Law, means that everything could always get worse. And I think alot of that has to do with your mental state. Are you a positive or negative person? I promise being positive may require more creativity at times, but you’re way better off that way.

These past few days I have dealt with some feelings of depersonalizationIt kind of means exactly what you would think. “Not feeling like yourself” or almost as if your life is just kind of happening and you’re almost watching it  from a third person point of view. I think this is just my anxiety presenting itself in a new and creative way. Afterall I get it. I’m literally now dealing with the knowledge that I am an extremely at-risk person for a mood disorder and I will be for the rest of my life. Anxiety does not do well with the unknown. And that’s exactly what I will have in this subject for the rest of my life. Uncertainty.

So, I’m trying to have humor and an overall good disposition. I am so lucky that my dad has been very frank about everything and is very willing to talk to me about how he is feeling and what all he is going through. But, I also wonder if he omits things from me because he knows my nature.

So for any reader who deals with bipolar disorder, I or II, or any other mood disorder, I would absolutely love to hear your own stories in the comment section. And not really for myself. Afterall, I have a 75-90% chance of not ever having bipolar disorder. But my own research on this topic has really made me aware of how misunderstood it is. And of course the wannabe nurse in me just loves anything medical. So please, share as much or as little as your heart desires.

Hugs and Positive Vibes,

Miss lessanxiouslife

Thought Journal ~ 1

Tonight, for what amount of time I do not know, I sat crying, alone in my dark car in the Wal-mart parking lot, listening to I Wanna Get Better by a band called Bleachers. Even though I live in the Southern portion of the United States, it was fairly cold. I had my car’s heater on of course, but crying made my body feel so hot all of the sudden I had to turn it off. I kept telling myself to get a grip; I had just come from eating dinner at a Mexican restaurant with my family and I was just supposed to be stopping in the store for a few canvases for me to get out some artistic energy, but I couldn’t even step out of my car.

I write about this like this happened weeks ago, but it was only a few hours, and it feels like only minutes ago.

My whole life I have had such an emotional attachment to music. Growing up (like really most of my childhood) I took clasical piano lessons which I enjoyed up to the Junior year of highschool when preparing for college and managing a part time job got too time consuming to continue the weekly ritual. And sometimes I feel in another life before this one I was a famous singer, although in this life I have crippling stage fright and can’t carry a tune. But music really just moves me. In a way it doesn’t with most people. I think everyone has a song that can move them, but literally every single song makes me feel. There are some that are so powerful to me I just can’t listen to them. Its been I don’t know how many years since I was able to hear Cats in the Cradle because its overwhelmingly real and sad to me. And whereas I do have preferred genres of music, I really can appreciate almost anything. (besides heavy metal. what are they even saying).

Anyways, that was me rambling to just I guess say, if you’re like me, definitely don’t listen to that song by Bleachers. And don’t have it playing on repeat when you already don’t feel good. I personally blame the band for making my emotions spiral out of control tonight. (It’s definitely my fault and I know how I started tonight off on a bad note but I don’t want to it to be my fault, so screw them).

I think I’m at a point where I may have to admit to myself that along with my anxiety problem, I probably have a touch of depression as well. Whatever a ‘touch of depression’ even means.

I am really good at avoiding the truth with myself (maybe you’ve noticed). But even knowing that doesn’t make me any more honest with my own feelings. Feelings actually make me nauseous. Yuck.

Anyways, this blog post literally has no theme, no main idea. So I’m sorry to my readers, this one was just more theraputic for me than anything else. Sometimes my blog is definitely for you guys, and sometimes, like tonight, it is just a thought journal that I just so happen to share on the world wide web. In any event, writing things down to get them out feels pretty cleansing in some way. I really hope this is a ‘healthy’ coping mechanism, even though lately I’ve really been quesitoning the whole idea of ‘healthy’ and whose standard I’ve been going off of all these years.

My mind is running in a billion directions tonight. If you have any thought provoking ideas, discussion ideas, or even if you just want to cleanse your own thoughts, feel free to do in the comment section and I will try to reply to you. We all are allowed to have weird days and I’m definitely having one today, so I’d love to know how you all are feeling and what makes you feel better.

Hugs and Positive Vibes,

Miss lessanxiouslife

Pharmaceuticals and Phonies

Hi everyone,

If you follow my small blog you may (or may not) have noticed I have been pretty absent for the past month following my last post which was more of a poll regarding phyciatric therapy.

I kind of want to talk about what I’ve been going through the past month and why I have been absent from the blog.

First off, I admittedly put off seing a conselor or therapist, or at least making efforts to contact one since the poll I took Dec 6th. However maybe others who have benefited from their help will be glad to know I have finally made some efforts to find someone to talk to. This however, brings up the first of many frustrations that have been going on the past several weeks. I am so sick of feeling sick that I am more determined than ever to finally get some legitimate help for whatever is going on with me. The last week of December I called thirteen different certified psychologists. Of the thirteen, only one even bothered to return my phone call, and only to tell me that she could not accept new patients for the time being.

Now, I will say I live in a town that has a military base and a medium sized University so I’m sure finding a therapist with openings here is a bit harder than elsewhere in the States, but have any of you all expierenced anything so riduculous? Even a full week later I still have only recieved the one call back. As someone who is pursing a job in medicine, I’m honestly offended that the other twelve psychologists couldn’t be bothered for a 60 second phone call, or to delegate their secretaries to do it. I guess I just feel that you shouldn’t go into medicine of any kind unless you have a passion for helping people. And at the point where I am with my mental illness, I’m getting desperate for professional help.

Which I guess brings me up to topic number 2.

Citalopram.

After my latest regular three month med check with my family doctor, (which also coincided with early December by the way), she decided that my symptoms were worsening after a year of taking escitalopram and that it might be time to switch meds. Okay, fine. Trying [usually] never hurts. So we tried citalopram [and I’ll get to why that was a stupid prescription in a second] for 30 days to see if I felt any different, and boy did I. My personal experience on it was horrible. I felt almost unmedicated. I had my first ever panic attack in public.

Usually, I can calm down or supress my anxieties until I’m home before the panic comes on. But with this medicine barely doing anything to help me, I ended up having a full fledged episode in a movie theater bathroom. Praise Jesus it was empty, especially for the size of the theater. In the moment I definitely wouldn’t have cared about the crying and the heavy breathing, but I ended up getting so worked up I vomited in a public toilet (yuck). So yeah, citalopram can kiss my ass.


This next little bit is me kinda rambling. [sorry].

Anyway, for the eagle-eyed reader, you may have noticed Escitalopram (what I previously was taking) and Citalopram (the trial med) are spelled suspiciously similar. You are right, my friend. The chemical structure of these two medicatons is extremely similar. (I extensively research anything I put into my body). Citalopram was FDA approved to treat depression in (I believe) the 1990s. Escitalopram was its more refined little brother that came in after 2000 once doctors knew which cemicals to target in the brain for better results, making it literally twice as effective. 10mg of Escitalopram in theory has the same theraputic results as 20mg of citalopram. Also, the FDA cleared it to treat more illnesses than just depression; ie- anxiety specifically. Citalopram never got that approval.

So anyways, why my doctor decided to move from my previous med to citalopram is beyond me. But for other readers out there, if your doctor encourages you to try this just make sure the dosage is reasonable with this knowlege. They usually know what they are talking about, this may just have been an oversight on my doctor’s behalf.


So after my most recent of doctors appointments, I let my physician know how much citalopram sucked so now we are trying the generic form of Zoloft which name I haven’t quite gotten the hang of just yet, but I am much more hopeful for this one.

I do just want to share though that for the first time since getting treatment for my illness, my doctor made me feel as though I was what they call a “frequent flyer” which in medical slang, is a nice way of saying someone that pursues different prescriptions.

Without getting too far into it, as I’ve noticed this post is getting pretty long, my own doctor forgot she has been prescribing me a benzo (clonazepam/Klonopin) for the past year. And when I brought up that I thought that it wasn’t working as well as it had used to either she said, “And who gave THAT to you?” <- Literally imagine as much sass as you could put into that one sentence, and you have an idea of exactly what my doctor was implying.

I’m sure she was under the impression that I was visiting various walk in clinics trying to get different prescriptions as some people do but when I said to her, “Uh.. YOU did” ( thinking, wow,*dumbass*) I’m sure she looked at my chart that was right in front of her face and realized, indeed, she prescribed that medicine to me over a year ago, has renewed it multiple times, and has ordered me to be take it twice a day.


Anyway, this brings me to the overall point of this post. If you are struggling with ANY form of mental illness and are bravely trying to seek help. DO NOT STOP TRYING. It isn’t easy. I personally have gone through a baker’s dozen of crappy doctors in two weeks and yes, I’m discouraged, but not enough to give up.

Even my doctor that has watched me grow into adulthood since highschool accused me of being a prescription drug addict, and I still walked out of her office with my head held high.

The stigma of mental illness follows me everywhere I go. And it is a really heavy weight to carry, especially when I feel like I’m carrying it all alone.

But I WILL find a good doctor. One that is patient, and truly wants to help. And I will be so excited to get to write about my experiences with him/her.

But for now,

Hugs and Positive Vibes,

Miss lessanxiouslife

 

Poll: Psychiatric Therapy

Hello those who are members of the mental health community,

For those affected with any type of anxiety disorder, have you ever sought out talk therapy or any other kind of psychiatric therapy and did it benefit you at all? What were your take aways from the experience?

I am considereing finding a therapist with a focus on anxiety disorders but it is pretty frightening to me to talk to a stranger about things I don’t even involve my family with.

Any feedback in the comments section is much appreciated, by myself and any other members of this community who might benefit from your thoughts.

 

Hugs and positive vibes,

Miss lessanxiouslife

 

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I remember taking my first ever pill. It was just a tylenol or advil for a headache, and I was 12 years old so I only took one. I remeber it being a huge mental hurdle for me to tell myself to act like I was just drinking the water, even though I knew I had something solid in my mouth. I don’t know why, it just couldn’t get over this mental block. It was not really natural. You drink liquids, chew and swallow solids. But I did it finally; after gagging a bit. But anyways, I’ve always hated taking pills.

Now I am 20 years old and I can rival some of my patients at the nursing home on how many pills I can take at once. They have way more prescribed to them than I do, but I can take 6 (probably more really if I had to) without blinking an eye.


There’s the clonazepam for my anxiety attacks. My prescription says to take one pill, half a miligram, every 12 hours when needed. Usually I will take 2 pills every four hours, sometimes upwards to 3, because my brain has adjusted to it way too much and one does not have an affect on me anymore.

Then I have the escitalopram. Technically that’s a depression medication even though I’m not diagnosed with clinical depression. Thats 20 miligrams (I’m maxed out on the strength for what my doctor will prescribe) in one pill, every night.

For my stress headaches, I pop 4 advil. 800 miligrams to even touch the pain.  The looks I get from nosey passerbys is very funny to me when they see me do that.

Then I have the Zofran I forgot I had in my bedside table. Originally that was for my headaches too to get rid of the nausea, but when I’m stressed I tend to dry heave and gag (It’s very attractive) so I’ve started using that to help until I can get back in to see my doctor. (I’ve had to reschedule this appointment 3 times now).

Then I try to be a healthy individual, and I take a little krill oil and a little biotin, but that’s just a personal decision.


The point is I am so over medicated. A victim of myself, benzos, and a lazy physician who hands out pharmaceuticals like candy, but I have no idea what else to do.

I have tried alternative medicine whenever possible. Actually I’m a huge believer in it. The best I’ve ever felt while having my anxiety condition is when I made the habit of going to heated yoga classes 3 to 4 times a week. In October I got the ‘daith’ pericing to help my stress induced migranes and I don’t know if it is just the power of suggestion, but it has completely worked fo rme.

And most recently, I have been spending a lot of time, in honestly probably an unhealthy/obsessive fashion, researching the benefits of getting an emotional support animal or a psychiatric service animal.

But you know what? Everyone I express this desire to says I’m crazy.

I am crazy for wanting a companion animal.

I am crazy for wanting a living soul who won’t judge me.

I am crazy for wanting to learn to help myself through this animal instead of medicating myself.

I am crazy for thinking I have the time to dedicate to training a dog.


But you know what no one else in my life finds crazy?

A 20 year old college student who on a given day will take up to 9 pills just to barely make it through.

A 20 year old who had a panic attack tonight over going into town because the traffic is going to be too much for me, and consequently made me cancel the first date I’ve had the time to go on with my long term boyfriend in weeks.

A 20 year old who has to spend an entire day gearing herself up for social interactions that include more than two people.

A 20 year old who recently, has deleted all social media, (no really, its true), left all of my on-campus student organizations I once really enjoyed, and honesly, has pushed all of her friends away and spends every free night at home.

And this one hurts the most.

A 20 year old, who in the recent months, has started to wonder what life would be like if I wasn’t a part of it anymore.


I am struggling with something real. It may not be tangible to most people, but it is tangible to me. And I am totally losing myself in it.

What a Trump Presidency Could Mean for People with Mental Illness

Regardless of which side of the political fence you stand on, a new President-elect means a new wave of policies regarding the healthcare situation in the United States. Especially when going from an 8-year long Democratic reign to a new Republican stronghold on American politics.

In the wee hours of the morning of November 9th,  Donald J. Trump was named the new President-elect of the Unites States of America. The Rupublican party also gained control of both the Senate and the House of Representatives.  This change shocked many political experts as Trump had been down in the polls for months behind competitor and presidental hopeful, Hillary Rodham Clinton. Some of the lesser-biased statistics showed Clinton having at or above an 85% chance of clinching the race, only to be defeated by what many news outlets are attributing to a “rural white vote” that had not been accounted for by these experts.

The race was stressful to say the least, with the enitre world watching and holding their breaths. But now that it is over, and our 45th president has officially been announced, what does this mean for those with mental illness?

While Clinton’s website directly addressed the topic of mental health in America, Donald Trump’s website does not focus on this topic as a major issue. So in order to figure out what we might expect when he is officially put into power, we have to examine verbal statements from speeches and debates.

While many may not admit it for fear of the stigma associated with mental illness, it is estimated that as many as 1 in 5 adults in the US suffers from some form of mental illness in a given year. And this election may have a huge impact on this silent population.

The only direct mention of mental illness I could find while browsing Trump’s website was under the issue of  veteran affairs and gun control. Trump’s website states that aside from the physical wounds, we must look after the ‘invisible wounds’ of our veterans as well. He says he will “Increase the number of mental health care professionals, and allow veteran’s to be able to seek mental health care outside of the VA” in order to accomplish this goal.

Well, okay that’s a start. It is true that a great many of our veterans do not get the support they need when they leave the military, and that certainly needs to change. However, I still think that when 20% of the population struggles with mental illness each year, it would be nice if the issue would get more attention from his campaign. Not even his topic on Health Care makes any notion towards any kind of illness, physical or mental. Instead, this topic focuses on his plan for healthcare in contrast to what Obama has implimented, and what Clinton had planned to implement in more of a business sense than a patient-centered one.

Now, on his stance on gun control he makes this statement: “All of the tragic mass murders that occurred in the past several years have something in common – there were red flags that were ignored… We must expand treatment programs, and reform the laws to make it easier to take preventive action to save innocent lives. Most people with mental health problems are not violent, but just need help, and these reforms will help everyone.”

Something about this statement really doesn’t sit right with me. While I try not to be overly sensitive to this topic, it is hard not to take this personal for me for two reasons: the first, I have a diagnosed mental illness, GAD. And secondly, I am in school to work in the medical feild, and have worked with patients suffering everything from mild anxiety to debilitating dementia and hallucinations. Now, would I really want a gun in the hands of someone with a history of acute paranioa or dellusions? No, probably not. But his statement makes zero differentiation between types of mental illnesses. To lump such vastly different disorders together (such as clinical depression or panic disorder and acute schizophrenia) is part of what makes the stigma of mental illness so powerful in the first place, which causes many people to fear seeking help;  an idea he clearly doesn’t seem to understand. Also, the way the statement is worded makes it seem like if someone who is mentally ill doesn’t get help, they are then likely to become violent. I am not saying that is my take away at all, but it is a really poorly worded statement in general and  I think his idea could have been conveyed more clearly.

In comparison to Mrs.Clinton’s approach to mental illness, her plans included to fund brain behavioral research, move healthcare to focus on a hollistic view of a person (including regular physical and mental screenings), and to launch a national initiative for suicide prevention to name a few. Again you can read more while her campaign website is still up here.

So to further my understanding of what people like myself may expect when Mr.Trump takes office, I researched what he has said about mental illness and how he addressed it. The very first link that popped up in my research was from The Atlantic which featured another comment he made about gun control. Now first, let me just say this article is clearly written passionately and reads as such, but I am trying to get the meat out of this article and just focus on fact rather than opinion.

First, one should note that this is an older statement made back during the GOP debates. However, from the statement he made on his website, it is clear that this opinion on mental illness and gun control has not changed much. Trump stated “I feel that the gun-free zones and, you know, when you say that, that’s target practice for the sickos and for the mentally ill… They look around for gun-free zones.”

If I had been watching this live I probably would have fallen out of my seat. As much as I try to champion for a variety of mental illnesses, to be called “sickos” and to say that we look around for gun free zones is so insulting I am struggling to put it into words. Thankfully, The Atlantic did that job for me,”Trump’s claim also seems to rest on two big myths: that mental illness causes violence or crime, and that the presence of mental health can predict violence.” They also go on to write, “extensive research has shown that only about 4 percent of violence in the U.S. can be attributed to people diagnosed with mental illness. Trump’s remarks suggest mental illness is the sole cause of violent acts, and not one factor among many.”

So I’ll bring it back to his website which should be as up-to-date and straight from the horse’s mouth as I can get. His topic on gun control claims that, “your second ammentment right will not be infringed upon. Period.” but it also claims that there will be more screenings towards mental illness. So I guess you can keep your guns, as long as you don’t have mental illness, and if you do, well, who knows.

Now turning away from the topic of gun control, Forbes wrote an article this morning on exactly what I am addressing today. However, although the article is literally titiled, “What Trump’s Victory Says About The Mental Health Of America” it is written like a fluff piece with almost zero information about what this election actually means. Sorry, Forbes, I usually like your stuff. The only good piece of information on this piece is a statistic that has been circulated on the news and is already widely known by this community, “Anxiety and medications to control also have been on the rise…the same applies to many other mental health diagnoses, signs, symptoms, and measures.” The article also states, “many more Americans are depressed now than in the 1980′s and the use of antidepressants has doubled since that decade.”

…Um… duh? The only real mention of Trump comes on the second page of the article and I’ll sum it up for you so you don’t have to read this painfully frustrating waste of time, it basically states something like, ‘we just don’t know what he will do to address it, and he may not even know himself.’  Super helpful.

Well I guess that really is all there is to say at the moment. While he has made some indications of his stance on this huge, and hugely under represented issue, the jury is still out on what to expect from a Trump presidency concerning mental illness. However, from what is available at the moment, I’m not feeling all too confident as someone with a diagnosed mental illness, and as well as a member of the healthcare team.

I would love to have more of a discussion on how his presidency will directly relate to mental health in America. But please, try to keep the conversation on this one topic. Let me know if you have heard of any other information on this, whether you are cautiously optimistic, or are worried for this change.