You did not break your wound. She went on you. It is only yours. But now it is no longer secret. You no longer carries the burden of hiding something. Now you have with whom to rely. And from now on you can treat it the exact way. Wear clothes that do not hurt the wound.
I remember the day I had my first panic attack. I spent a whole week of intense headache and a thousand questions of what to do with my life. Arriving at night at home, I had to lie down on the bed. A tachycardia took me, my body could not stop shaking. A feeling that I was not in my body. I felt I was going crazy.
On that day, a friend with whom I shared the apartment calmed me down. After asking what I was feeling, he said I was having a panic attack. He had been through this. That it would pass. He asked me to breathe and inspire. He said it was common that sense of 'unrealistic'. She made tea for me and spent the night at my side until I felt better.
I was very lucky to have someone like him beside me in the most difficult moments of my life. And his company continued in many other crises. More than that. He undid my prejudice and started my therapy. I consulted me with a psychiatrist.
The first thing I thought when you wake up the other day was that I could no longer work. I was going crazy. I was afraid to go to work and have a panic attack in front of my colleagues.
I tried to hold me but I came in tears to talk to my boss. He said his father had a similar experience some time ago.
What was common. For me to calm down. I was not crazy. I was under pressure.
I realized that I could not stop working.
I gathered my team and told what happened to me. I would not stop working. I would try. One day could be missing. One day I would be without power or discredited. But I wanted to try. I wanted to continue my life. They embraced me and offered support.
It was still bad but all that support made me optimistic. The fact need not hide those symptoms made me more empowered. I was far from healed but that was an important element. Do not be afraid of what ailed me. Do not try to hold that beast that sometimes rebelled within me. Without my control. When I least expected.
Then I realized the strength to share the pain.
Imagine you child. After a treat, hurt his knee. You can not count the wound to his mother. She will discover that you were disobeying. You then hide the hurt. And without care, gradually it grows, it grows. You try to wear clothes that escodam, and they further hurt the wound. Every time you come across something that touches the injury and do remember it. Paranoia increases and you wonder if your mother is not suspecting anything. The wound deepens, and hurts more, and the secret is becoming unbearable.
The mental pain is so. Most people are afraid to tell what they feel for fear of being labeled as crazy. Lazy.
Unbalanced. And hide inside. Hide the wound. It increases gradually and reaches a point that it becomes unbearable load. While not something visible, like a cut knee, it hurts. And much, after all it is the soul that is being achieved.
Why is this so important to share your pain. By telling someone what is happening to you, it can share experiences.
Say I've experienced the same. What helped her overcome it. That it is fleeting. Or just assign them to someone who can actually help you. You did not break his wound. She went on you. It is only yours. But now it is no longer secret.
You no longer carries the burden of hiding something. Now you have with whom to rely. And from now on you can treat it the exact way. Wear clothes that do not hurt the wound.
Share your pain is much more than divide it. Than decrease the weight you carry. Share your pain is to leave it exposed. And just what is exposed can be cured.
The influence of other people, I began to meditate. I changed habits. I avoided substances that agitassem me. Many of these people I do not know. I only knew their stories and experiences on the Internet. I was not alone in my pain.
Other (many actually) people had already experienced something similar.
And in this way I mean I had to protect myself. In addition to mental obstacles, people who look at these problems with prejudice. As if it was something serious. Even people who like both but that has no empathy with mental problems. They need to feel on the skin for a day to understand what goes on in the head with anxiety or depression.
Protect yourself from these people and all negativity that will try to reach you.
My last barrier to accept my problem and set out to loved ones was my mother. She lives far from me and I was afraid to tell what was happening to me. And worry her. I did not want to make her nervous with my problems. And more than that. I was afraid to visit her in Paraiba (I live in São Paulo) and have an attack in front of her. I wanted to be strong. I spent a year and seven months without seeing her. Still on the plane nervousness took over. There are times that anxiety was not so hard.
I found my mother and at first hid. I was anxious but I was not sure what to do. The next day I resolved.
It was time.
I called her to the bedroom and had a candid conversation. I told the hell that was my last year between panic and depression crisis. She cried. And he surprised me. He revealed that passed through similar things when I was a teenager. In the times I had taken care of her when my father left home. Sometimes she would not come out of bed and I had to take care of the house. She had depression.
It was a telling moment. Mother and son exposed. Splitting a pain. If helping. Pain creating even stronger links between the two. And becoming stronger.