Is mental health a global health issue?

World Mental Health Day is an initiative dedicated to raising public awareness and promoting advocacy and education around mental health issues worldwide. It aims to encourage individuals to seek help when needed and necessary, foster connectivity, and reduce the stigma sometimes associated with mental health issues.

A significant portion of the world population, unfortunately, suffer from some form of mental and psychosocial disability. It is estimated that one in four people globally will experience a mental health condition at some point in their life. This means millions of people each year, suffer, and many will suffer in silence as there is still a long way to go before we lose the stigma that is attached to mental health.

Another heartbreaking statistic regarding mental health is that, around the world, almost one million people die from suicide each year. Truly startling numbers!

The unseen world of mental illness

I have written openly about my own mental health experiences before and believe that anything that helps lift the lid on the sometimes murky, often unseen world of mental illness is a great thing. I am especially passionate about reducing the stigma that is still attached to suffering from mental health issues.

To put it plainly, that such a stigma still exists is shitty. It confuses me, in this day and age, how mental illness can still be construed, as something that’s all in one’s head, as opposed to an actual illness that requires treatment. Whenever I publish a post about my experience with OCD and PND, I receive the most lovely emails and messages thanking me for speaking out. The people writing the emails and messages usually preface this by sharing the fact that they are unable to speak about whatever it is they may be suffering, either publicly or even to close friends and/or family. This makes me so sad. 

Breaks my heart just a little – Reticent to speak out

While it is every person’s individual choice to share what they feel comfortable with when it comes to illness, the fact that those suffering from mental illness, in particular, feel so reticent to speak out breaks my heart just a little. How can we be expected to openly and honestly tackle these enormous issues when there’s still so much fear surrounding the admission that things are a little less than rosy?

I find this to be especially true for women and women who are mothers in particular. There’s an all-prevailing ‘myth’ that still exists when it comes to the idea of what a ‘good’ mother is. I bought into it (to be honest, I still do some times). In my mind and eyes, a ‘good’ mother didn’t feel the way I did. A ‘good’ mother didn’t think the thoughts that I did. Being a ‘good’ mother and suffering from PND or OCD or anxiety just wasn’t possible. The two (three) things were mutually exclusive. Being an all or nothing kinda gal, I managed to develop the ‘good’ mother myth into a whole range of character traits and personalities.

A ‘good’ mother breastfed. A ‘good’ mother used a sling and not a stroller. A ‘good’ mother pureed all her fruit and veggies. A ‘good’ mother never used the TV to entertain her child. A ‘good’ mother ensured a range of educational, entertaining activities were constantly on offer to help nurture young minds and little hands. A ‘good’ mother was besotted by her children, constantly in awe of their capabilities. A ‘good’ mother thought motherhood was the best darn thing she’d ever done, never missed her pre-baby life or days spent in the office with other adults.

Yeah, so that profile was hard work to maintain. It was exhausting and demoralizing, especially when I soon realized that half the criteria were impossible to fill regularly. By setting up the expectations that I did, I put my mental health in a precarious position. As someone who doesn’t do well with ‘failure’ and/or not being the best at whatever it is, she tries, not meeting my expectations was never going to end well. 

Re-calibrate my understanding of motherhood

Luckily, I was able to re-set my expectations and re-calibrate my understanding of motherhood with the help of a wonderful team of professionals.

It’s probably apt that I’m posting this particular post today as I haven’t been feeling great. A combination of being under the weather, having my son go through an especially demanding phase, and having my husband return to work after a blissful period of school holidays at home has messed with my head a little. I’ve felt anxious and on edge. Unable to pinpoint exactly why, I’ve just felt, quite frankly, pretty crappy. 

Chastising myself

I’ve been chastising myself for working when my son is awake. Right this very second, I’m feeling the familiar sensations of guilt for tapping away at the keyboard while daddy and son read stories together before toddler bedtime. I haven’t been enjoying myself. It’s all felt like hard work. I’ve been berating my lack of mothering skills as I serve up fish fingers instead of my usual homemade crumbed fish fillets.

It occurred to me tonight that I seem to have bought back into the ‘good’ mother myth. After banishing it from my life and replacing it with a more realistic manifesto, I’ve somehow resurrected the old and leaped straight back into it. The result? Well, I feel like I suck. Amazing how quickly that way of thinking and pretty darn low opinion of myself managed to stand back up. Then again, it’s always easiest to embrace the negative, I think, instead of working towards the positive.

I’m posting all this tonight though, as a way of showing that while things MAY be less than rosy right now and while I MAY have bought into the ‘good’ mother myth, I am capable of realizing that that is what it is; a myth. Whatever may be going around in my head right now, does not, in any way, change the kind of woman, and indeed the kind of mother I am. Being awesome at motherhood, AND suffering from PND, anxiety, OCD.. whatever else there may be out there, is not mutually exclusive. You can be and do both.

Here’s to smashing the stigma into tiny little pieces.

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