Hi. I’m a Domme. I also live with mental illness. I take medication to manage the symptoms of it and I have to stay on top of it. Mental illness is real, just as real as a physical illness. All in all, what I have to manage is relatively mild. I have PTSD, anxiety and depression, and ADD.
Recently, I screwed up the medication that manages my PTSD, anxiety and depression. I don’t know why I felt like I could put off taking it for one day; maybe the time was inconvenient. But I put it off another day. And then I just... forgot. For almost two weeks. At first, it didn’t make any difference. I was fine. I was still me. And slowly, emotions started cropping up totally illogically with no trigger whatsoever. And then the sadness and feeling of being overwhelmed by everything crept in.
I’ve corrected it. But because of my slip, things that are my responsibility slipped by me. It felt too huge to tackle and instead, I’d just sleep. I love who I am when I’m getting the right amount of serotonin and dopamine. I wish my brain manufactured it all on its own. I’m still grappling with issues surrounding my PTSD, but the panic attacks are so much less.
I want to let you all know that mental illness isn’t a deficiency in who you are as a person. If you slip up and relapse into it, pick yourself up and try again. If you can’t do everything, do something. And remember that you are enough. Sometimes, it’s okay if all you’re able to do is brush your teeth or shower. Remember that no matter how alone it feels, your illness will lie to you.
This site is amazing and if anyone ever needs to talk, I’m open to listening or giving advice as are many others here.
your illness doesn’t define you and you are not your diagnosis. It doesn’t mean you’re weak and it doesn’t mean you’re not deserving of good things. Easier to say on this side of the prescription, I know!