It was a Thursday afternoon and I had just driven through a snowstorm to see my friends in Fairbanks before leaving the state of Alaska. During lunch with a friend, I was asked how my spiritual life was doing. My friend was aware of what I had gone through this past Summer and I answered her honestly. I told her it flatlined. Her response was one of a true friend, one that lacked judgment. Something we need more of in our church culture today. I am not here to point any fingers or have any sort of angry rant, nothing like that… BUT, I am here to discuss the expectations I have observed over these past few months. Most of what I have written below was on my mind while I prepared mentally for my throat surgery. Continue reading
Battling stigmas around mental health was the biggest thing next to my pride that kept me from getting the help I truly needed. It took a true breaking point for me to put all of these fears and stigmas aside in order for me to submit myself to the Reading Hospital on June 16th, 2019.
Stigma: a mark of disgrace associated with a particular circumstance, quality, or person. (Google definition)
Recently, iHeart Radio has been doing a campaign around mental health. As someone that has a mental illness, I greatly appreciate the work that they are doing to help dispel the very stigmas I have battled against. For years, I thought if I hospitalized myself, I would be less of a person and looked down upon. It was not just the thought that people might think I am crazy, but more that I would not be valued as a complete person any longer. These stigmas fueled my fear. I did not want to lose any standing I had or to be discredited for what I had accomplished.
Within 24 hours of submitting myself to the ER, I was transferred to Haven Behavioral Mental Hospital for suicide ideation. I remained at Haven for 16 days under 24-hour care. I was on suicide watch for the first five full days. Once inpatient was complete, I was transferred to a step-down outpatient program for an additional ten days. Outpatient was a partial hospitalization program. During my time at Haven, one of the things we discussed was stigmas around mental health.
Twelve years ago, I was diagnosed with depressive disorder by my family doctor at the time. We decided to give anti-depressants a try and I was put on Prozac. However, due to the reaction I was having while on the medication, the doctor I saw while attending Elim believed I was misdiagnosed. He thought I was bipolar. Bipolar..me? For the next 12 years, I ran from his point of view and was afraid to ever breach the topic with my counselor. It was not until Haven that the topic came back up again. This time, Bipolar Type II. The difference between type I and II is pretty simple. Type I can experience swings between depression and mania within days or hours. Type II typically has longer cycles of weeks and months between the mood swings. Type II is also more in control during their mania stages as it is labeled hypo-mania. This version does not typically enter manic stages. Ever ride the Phoenix at Knoebels Family Amusement Park? Think of Type I as the first slow incline to that first steep drop and uptake on a wooden roller coaster. Then Type II would be those smaller ups and downs that keep the ride going. As I sat through group therapy each day and learned more about the truth of mental illnesses it began to set in…
I am bipolar type II. Part of me wants to say “I have” but the truth of the matter is that it is a part of who I am. It is not my identity, nor is it to be used as a crutch or an excuse for my behavior. However, it is the reality I will be dealing with for the rest of my life. I was put on a mood stabilizer while at Haven and this further confirmed the diagnosis. Since being put on the stabilizer, my life has been completely different. I feel more in control of my emotions and do not get upset as easily. I took a lot of time to reflect on my life with this new information and train of thought. Suddenly, things began making sense. It wasn’t just deep cycles of depression (a symptom of type II), it was cycles of the opposite as well. While in hypo-mania, cycles I would struggle with include insomnia or low amounts of sleep but still have energy. My addiction to energy drinks and being high on life in college was another example. Or, there were the spending sprees that put me into hundreds to thousands of dollars in debt within a matter of weeks or less.
So, there it is, my mental illness is out in the open and something I plan to talk about more openly in the coming future. My hope is that people can see that even “regular” people can struggle too. Even “regular” people can have a mental illness and still live life to the fullest. If you know someone with a mental illness, especially someone that deals with depression, the best thing you can do for them is to treat them normally. Also, be willing to have an open-minded discussion with them about how it impacts their life. I welcome any questions you may have below in the comment section. However, what I do not want at this time is your opinions on what I can do to combat my mental illness personally or if you do not believe mental illnesses are something that exists. I hope you have a great day and thank you for reading along as I tell my journey.
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Author: A. P. Smither
Editor: P. J. Walk
…an active missionary under LightShine Ministries. My financial account, with which I receive tax-deductible donations will be closed on 9/30/2019. Continue reading
July 21st, 2019 marked the four-month anniversary since my work accident. As this blog’s title states, I am still recovering even four months later. Out of the seven injuries, about four of them are still giving me issues with knees being the worst. Continue reading
You are an awesome person and it is lovely to meet you. Thanks for following along in my life’s journey. The next couple of blogs will be a series based off of “I am” or “I have” statements. 2019 has been a very challenging year for me in many aspects of my life. From my careers (youth minister and technology assistant) to my personal mental and physical health, a lot of it has taken quite a toll on me. This blog is going to be an introduction as to what is to come for the month of August. For now, I am starting to rack up the bills.Continue reading
Hello everyone, hope your week has started off well. I had a blog on “singleness” in the works but I will put that on hold, for now. Today, I want to talk about my recovery. Continue reading
For anyone just tuning in to this blog, I am a youth minister in the Copper River Valley. It is important to know that my faith is in Christ for what I am about to share. I also believe there are spiritual forces at work. Both those that are helping us, and those that are against us (specifically as followers of Christ). There are often times when we as Christians must experience and fight through spiritual warfare. It is a topic I have often taken the opportunity to teach about.(Ephesians 6:10-19). Recently, I preached on this topic at my church, Tazlina Fellowship, here in the valley. Continue reading
Take a moment and check out this awesome blog from my older sister. Jessica McCray is an amazing mother of 4. She and her husband live in NY. Jess is also on the pastoral staff at a Vineyard Church near Syracuse.
I love trees. I have loved to retreat to the woods for as long as I can remember. Trees take a stoic stance that is a striking contrast to any season. I admire all trees but the birch tree is my favorite. There are unique black and white markings on the tall towering clustered trunks. I am captivated by the thin papery bark as it unfurls like parchment from a time long gone by. The lemon-lime melded color on it’s delicate leaves sway playfully with barely a breeze and camouflage our yellow finch visitors. When I was younger I loved to climb the arched trunks and swing on the bendable branches. Now, their silvery silhouette is one of my favorite winter views during our fierce Central New York winters.
Birch trees are a comforting view and part of my very first memories and moments of moving to New York. I…
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Andrew asked his editor, P.J. Walk, to write about his recent and completely unforeseen (quite literally) health scare. This happened after cleaning up at game club on Thursday, March 21. He was putting tables away after the Mario Kart 8 Deluxe Grand Prix. As he opened the storage room door he fell down an open trap door. The school district he works for hired subcontractors to replace the sewer lines within his school that weekend. One of those contracts left the trap door open, which goes five feet down to a crawl space under the building. Anyway, to sum things up, Andrew really isn’t feeling the best right now and could certainly use all the prayers he could get. Continue reading