Over the past 18 months I’ve started taking my mental health more seriously. I have actively sought out psychological help, from two different psychologists, and I’ve visited a psychiatrist.
Most of this was brought about by reaching a breaking point. A point where I really wasn’t sure what to do anymore and needed to seek out more professional help.
And it’s been a tough journey.
The most difficult thing for me has been how raw I’ve felt during this unpacking of my psyche. I’ve had to explore many of my flaws, my shortcomings, my fears and my insecurities.
Scrubbing the wound clean
I’ve been thinking about this, and the best analogy I’ve come up with for this process is that of cleaning out an old wound that has been infected.
The initial wound is painful. And sometimes we sometimes don’t treat it properly before it scabs over.
And there is dirt that is left in it, resulting in repeat infection.
The only way to fix it is to peal off the scab and properly clean out the wound. Clear it of the infection and the dirt.
That’s a painful process, and the skin is then left feeling very raw and very open.
But in doing this, we ensure that we can heal properly. The wound can now close up without the same problems coming back.
It’s tough. And sore. But you have to close your eyes and clean your psychological wounds if you plan on properly getting through them.
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Song of the day: Dead Inside – Muse