I really do miss not being able to come here everyday, but these last couple of days have been truly mayhem. My best friend’s wedding is in TWO days, and I have had more dress fittings than anyone ever should. I would like to thank my genes for making it impossible to find a dress that would fit me both top and bottom… I have also been taking some much needed runs and time to decompress. I am aware that if I don’t take things slowly and take care of myself mentally I could easily have anxiety… a silent one at least.
So with that said , today I felt it very necessary to squeeze a little bit in. As you all know, I have this new job, and let me tell you it keeps me busy! I work in mental health business, and yes I mean business because some of the things I see here from some providers out there is that they keep members hopped on medication, with no improvement. Since I’ve started there hasn’t been a week were I have at least five people call crying in desperation because of what is going on in their life, or because they need to see someone to have their medication filled. But today, I got a call from a very distressed person.
I could tell that this one was going to have me on the phone for more than 15 minutes (which is fine, I have no problem trying to alleviate some of their anxiety before addressing their questions or before transferring them to a clinician) the moment she began with “I want to apologize now in case I start screaming at you, it’s not at you, but rather at the situation.” I wont lie and say that I don’t like a challenge, especially when it comes to making someone feel better, because I do, I really do. I like to think I have a great disposition when it comes to this, in person/over the phone/e-mail.
We spent over thirty minutes on the phone, I tried my best to try and resolve her problem on my side of things as much as I could before I handed her off to the clinicians, and let me tell you -she didn’t yell once. Granted, she cried, and pleaded with someone upstairs (god?) via me, but she calmed down. This poor woman has a load of problems, and I will be honest; I don’t understand how it could get so bad in her mind like that. She was manic, bipolar, and extremely depressed. I come from the school of mind over matter, and so when I feel like I can talk reason to mind before it tries to jump of its ledge. But I also understand the science of things, so inside my mind it is frustrating that this poor woman is spending so much on medication with no improvement and now she is being told to undergo ECT (Electroconvulsive therapy).
This is was a real hit of reality this morning, I mean there are people out there who have to deal with so much! I also was unaware the Electroconvulsive therapy was still being used. Should you ever feel that you have it tough, just remember:
You aren’t being given ECT.
You aren’t dependent on medication (which isn’t really helping).
You can leave the confines of your home.
You know that everything can be fixed in life except death.
I hope you have a wonderful, amazing Tuesday 🙂 I am leaving tomorrow for Indiana and will take lots of pics to share of my debut as a groomsman (or groomswoman).