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I remember my early battles with depression began around 14
years old. The years of enduring bullying for being smart, nerdy and having
darker skin started to get to me. And I fell into a deep, deep sadness. People
told me to “cheer up,” ignore those hating on you and be strong. I mentally
beat myself up for not being strong enough. I was a talented, young black woman
from East Oakland with a very bright future. But I thought depression was
hindering me from becoming the strong black woman that is expected of women in
my community.
When depression hit me hard in college, I still saw myself
as weak. Which in turn made me feel less authentic as a black woman. The family
issues I tried to brush under my mental rug were weighing me down. The stress
from academics and attending one of the least diverse schools in the University
of California system didn’t help either. I was hard on myself for being tearful
and feeling hurt when relatives or friends intentionally tried to hurt me. I
was supposed to have the “forget you” attitude, and feelings of steel when
people attacked. I was supposed to
just let it go and cheer up. But depression takes more than just cheering up.
And while I struggled to get out of that abyss for a number of years, I kept
putting myself down for actually having feelings. Sounds silly doesn’t it? Somehow I forgot I was human.
We’ve equated being a strong woman as not breaking when life
hurls its worst at you. That ideology keeps some of us from getting counseling.
That ideology keeps us from feeling our feelings, and in turn we suppress our
pain with drugs, alcohol, food or bad relationships. I remember taking a mindfulness class in the psychiatry
department at Kaiser and the instructor told us when we have a feeling, just
feel it. It may be tough, but it will pass. However she mentioned the key is to
be mindful of how we react to our feelings. For instance, if you’re angry and
hurt because of a failed relationship, let those feelings run through your
body. Recognize those feelings, have compassion for yourself. But don’t go out and do a Jazmine
Sullivan on his car.
Luckily I had great therapists who helped me to be less
critical. Through a lot of self-reflection, reading books by people like Iyanla
Vanzant, watching Oprah shows on
spirituality, mindfulness, prayer, journaling and talking to others, I learned
to have compassion for myself. Then
I saw the strong woman in me.
I realized it takes a strong woman to ask for help. It takes
a strong woman to feel her feelings, even when it hurts like hell. It takes a
strong woman to accept she has a mental health challenge and to love herself.
It takes a strong woman to excel in higher education and her media career while
living with a mental health challenge. It takes a strong woman to take care of both her physical and
mental health.
I’ve worked in
mental health advocacy for a few years now. I’m blessed to host a radio podcast
called “
Mental Health and Wellness Radio.” I’ve interviewed people living with
bipolar disorder, depression, anxiety and schizophrenia. They are some of the
strongest people I’ve ever met. They’ve
been through a lot, but they still keep LIVING and THRIVING. Sharing their personal
stories and message of hope for others facing mental health challenges makes
them strong. And my advocacy work helped erase the shame I had about my
depression. My work and the show allowed
me to see I’m not alone in my
struggles and triumphs with mental health challenges.
I know society has its expectations of what it takes to be a
strong woman, or in my case, a strong black woman. But those expectations weren’t good for my wellness. I hope
if you are struggling with any mental health challenge, that you get help. Or
even if you’re depression stems from a bad event in your life (i.e. a death, an
injury, financial problems, torn relationship), I hope you talk to someone. One
in four Americans have a mental health challenge. So trust when I say you’re
not alone. And trust when I say there’s probably someone in your life with a
mental health problem. You may not even know it.
Getting help
doesn’t make you weak. It help makes you feel better. Getting help makes you
stronger.
Thanks for sharing this and then sharing it again in a recent tweet after the death of Karyn Washington. I too was moved to share my own story in a post, For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide (Part II) Our stories should be told and retold more often with the hope that an ear in need will hear them.
ReplyDeleteAlisa thank you for sharing your story! I'm sure it touched someone out there. I appreciate your feedback. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteThe honesty of this post is issuing me EVERYTHING today.There is power in distinguishing our sadness, and overpowered feelings, and that we are by all account not the only ones.I appreciate your fearlessness to admit strength does not mean strong.Thank you for imparting this.
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Thank you!! I'm glad you got something out of this post.
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