The Mental Health Tag

Hello all my wonderful followers and readers!

As a person who has been quite open about my diagnoses and mental illnesses, I thought it would be a good idea to take part in a mental health tag I found on the interwebs. One of my goals with my new blog is to bring more awareness to this topic and talk more openly about my mental illnesses. I hope to maybe inspire or help others by sharing my experiences and bring awareness at the same time. We together can end the stigma and one way we can do that is by sharing our stories. I thought this would be a great way to start doing that.

If you are open and ready to share your mental health illness or illnesses, feel free to join in. If you want to fill out the Q&A for your own personal reasons and are not ready share it, that is okay too. If you don’t have a mental illness, you can just share the post if you want to show others who battle mental illness that they are not alone. Use your imagination (drawings, poetry, take a picture etc) and want to take part in any shape or form, please do!

The original tag was created by

As you can see the original blogger came up with this a couple years ago and I am more than happy to have it circle around so much later as there still seems to be misunderstandings and a stigma about mental illness in society.

So here is my participation…My Mental Health Tag/My Story

What Is Your Mental Health Issue?
Depression (I believe goes hand in hand with growing up autistic (not knowing it) and depression runs strong on my dad’s side of the family.)
Anxiety (General Anxiety Disorder and Social Anxiety Disorder)
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD)
Addictive personality

Do You Have Medication and/or Therapy?

I have always been fearful to try medication so it was something I never really brought up or asked for with any doctor. At a young age I was afraid to ask for help or therapy because of the stigmas attached to mental health and not entirely knowing what the problem was. At one point I thought it was just me, I was weak and couldn’t suck it up. So I tried to be strong and play it off like I was okay, I was fine like everybody else. It blew up in my face. It is why I want to bring awareness to things like mental illness now. The combination of it was I didn’t want to try meds before seeking further professional opinions (which I didn’t cause fears and not knowing what was wrong. I was a quiet kid. Heh) and my biggest fear with medication was all the negativity with them I heard. I know I have a very easily addictive personality and never wanted to be drug dependent. I also am a person who needs to feel and deal with situations on hand because it is how I always have done things. I didn’t want to feel numb to my emotions or unnaturally chemically ‘balanced.’ Instead I did other things that didn’t help and was stupid. I regret it, well at least not seeing if medication could help me temporarily or what have you. It may help me with things like my depression episodes/cycles and/or anxiety. I have no idea. As for therapy it would be my first choice, I do want to seek therapy when I can afford it. Through that I would then consider maybe medication if needed before I knock it.

What Therapy/Medication Have You Tried and Has It Worked For You?

Read above question.

How Long Have You Had Problems For?
For as long as I can remember I struggled with something in one way or the other. My suspicion in my teen years was depression and questioning why I seemed so different from everybody else and couldn’t relate to anyone. That kind of ‘identity crisis’ thing continued into my early twenties as did my depression. When I did discover why I was different and admitted more to my depression etc, I went on a journey to try to get my life back in order. I am still on that road and trying to find true happiness and accept myself. ETC. So the majority of my life I have had problems and still do.

Does Your Family/Friends Know?
The only person who knows about my mental illnesses and struggles etc in full detail is my husband.

My dad always knew and talked to me about depression. I don’t know what they know and not know entirely, but as their kid I am sure it was always suspected there was at least something different about me and they know I struggled in my teens especially. I am sure the same goes for my brother, I never talked to him about my mental illnesses, but we were close growing up and by the way he always protected me, I think he had/has an idea.

I have told a few coworkers and my last manager, but was only after they gained my trust and if it felt necessary to share.

I have mentioned it to a few other close people, but it was met with “it doesn’t look like there is anything wrong with you” so that is where those conversations ended.

Does This Effect Your Work And Daily Life?
Yes it does daily, just some days/weeks/months etc are worse than others. It depends on the illness as well. I have fought off depression and felt truly happy for a period of time, but then it cycles back. I have and will probably always deal with my anxiety, and other associated mental illnesses I have. Addiction doesn’t affect my daily life because I no longer allow it too, but I know I have an addictive personality and if I allowed it, it could easily take over my life. Although I am still smoking (yeah guys I didn’t quit completely. *hides*) which is the last stupid habit I need to quit. Cold turkey was a fail I turned into a wreck, anxiety rose to high levels, I broke down and cried all day until I gave in. *kicks self* I think the stress I am under though not an excuse is not helping. So the hubby and I are looking into vaping nicotine for me (he doesn’t smoke) where I can dial back the nicotine to my desire and in the mean time at least I am not frying my lungs (as it is not hot like a cigarette) and inhaling nasty shit like all that tar. Vaping is not healthy either though, and it is just going to be a band-aid to help me quit because I have not liked other nicotine substances. I don’t want to try those crazy drugs either that give you nightmares etc. xD

What Makes You Feel Calm?

Listening to music. Sometimes writing. Doing activities I enjoy (netflix, sims, coloring etc) or stimming to help relax me. Back rubs or cuddles from the hubby. Tea. Giving myself a time out to refocus. Hot shower/bath. Going for a walk/workng out when I feel restless. Peanut Butter. Resting. My stuffed animals I collect. I have quite a few things that help me calm down. I have developed many coping mechanisms as I grew up a anxious wreck tbh.

What Do You Do In A Crisis?
If I am in a place where I can find a place to be by myself or with just my husband, I do that until it passes. Take my ipod into the bathroom and blare music etc. Take the day off and try to take care of myself. I have been known to take a few days/week off when a crisis hits before I return back to somewhat okay again. That can also be because of shut down from mental exhaustion and avoiding a crisis etc. If I can’t get out of a situation or failed to remove myself sooner, the crisis gets worse and your guess is as good as mine. Fight with whoever is around me in defense to be left alone and get really introverted, or I just break down and lose all control. I normally can handle crisis or at least know when they are happening and the best thing for me is to be by myself. Then when I come back to reality, I try to talk it out with my husband. Before I kinda just kept it all bundled up. I do other things to avoid crisis from happening. I guess it also depends on what one considers a crisis. I hope this makes sense.

What Advice Would You Give To Others Suffering?

If you suspect something feels wrong, or you can’t get through it on your own, over come it etc…Seek help. There is nothing wrong with you, and most of us aren’t suppose to go through life alone. Talk to somebody, if you are too scared to seek professional help or unsure if you should, tell someone close to you that you trust. Don’t give up on yourself because you have a bad day/week. Take time for yourself and take care of yourself. Find self coping mechanisms that will help you even if they are little things. Do at least one thing everyday that you truly love and brings you enjoyment. Sometimes especially when dealing with mental health problems, you have to put yourself first and your needs.

What Makes You Smile?

My husband, children, animals, music, writing, stuffed animals, a funny clip on youtube, movie or show, people with a good sense of humor, kindness, people who share a smile with me. Quite a few things make me smile. As hard as life can be sometimes there are still those beautiful and happy moments I try to live for.

Describe Your Mental Illness In Five Words?

Exhausting, confusing, frustrating, permanent and restless

Insert A Picture To Make People Smile (I am so excited to get a kitten. :))

cheese pic4

Now here are some quotes/pictures that will hopefully bring a smile to your beautiful face and maybe inspire. πŸ™‚




I am a 30-year-old female living life on the autism spectrum and still trying to find my place in the world. I have other associated disorders or mental illnesses such as OCD, anxiety (generalized and social) and a history of depression to name a few. I love writing and have been writing different styles for as long as I can remember. Like most people who have a strong passion for writing I started writing stories and wrote in a journal in grade school. I remember specifically purchasing my first diary/journal that had a lock with my cousin when I was around 10 year-of-age. I was very excited to start writing in it as it was the first fanciest and most formal writing tool I owned. I think that was when my writing journey really began as I started to write daily. Some of my main goals for this blog is to write about autism, it's associated disorders and my life in hopes to help others. To spread awareness and educate in hopes to end some of the stigmas society has attached to things mental illness and autism. To meet like minded bloggers or be inspired by other writers. Other than that I will post or share anything that is of interest or pops into my head. As I grow older, the more I understand about myself and experience life I find myself wanting to seek a further diagnoses or a reevaluation. That is part of the reason why I am opening a new blog here and the reason for my new found blog name. So I hope you all will join me on my continued journey and new discoveries. My diagnoses are not all who I am so here are some random facts about myself. Some of my hobbies besides writing include music, The Sims 3, Xbox, Netflix, scrapbooking and the outdoors. I have a very strong passion for music. It is like my drug/medicine/obsession and you may catch me from time to time preaching it like a religion. Apologies in advance I am married to a man who is not on the spectrum, but he is as equally as amazing and I am insanely in love with him. Like my rants about my life and music you will also hear a lot about him. I was born and raised in Canada who recently seeked Permanent Residence in the USA, so I am no longer an illegal alien. Although I am still an 'alien' tbh. I say imo and tbh too much. (imo = in my opinion/tbh = to be honest) They are also probably the only two abbreviations you will catch me using as one of my many pet peeves are people who 'typ like dis' The only thing that probably makes me a stereotypical Canadian is my obsession with hockey. I am a very organized person. However, it is normally with things that don't really matter in life such as my files on my computer that are organized in folders, within folders... I often can be perceived as rude at first until you get to know me. I have a huge imagination. Some of my favorite animals are dogs, cats, monkeys, penguins and elephants. I prefer animals to humans tbh. Basically I am another complexed human being like everyone else trying to find her way through life and I welcome you all to my newly found blog. This description is subject to change at anytime as my blog grows, I add more facts about myself or for whatever reason I feel fit. ~ My Authentic Mind

15 thoughts on “The Mental Health Tag

  1. Reblogged this on Rude Girl – Living in an Aspie World and commented:
    I just did a mental health tag over at my new blog, if you want feel free to head over and have a look. Please keep in mind, this blog here will be closing soon so if you want to keep in touch with me or my postings please follow my new blog over at ‘Discovering My Authentic Self’


  2. Thank you for sharing. I can see quite a lot of myself in that, especially in using writing as therapy (I can relate the some of the most despair-laden times in my life to the least creative). And that ghost hug gif is so adorable. πŸ™‚

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    1. My pleasure, thank you for giving a reason to celebrate and share. πŸ™‚ Yes writing is a great outlet as self therapy. I am glad you found the gif ghost to be cute, I thought the same!

      Nice to meet you too and thanks for the good wishes with the new blog.

      Take care and congrats again on the new book! πŸ™‚

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  3. I can totally relate to some of this. I never wanted to seek help because I was afraid of the stigma. It doesn’t help that my parents were always (and still are) in denial. My first experience with daily psych meds was rather negative, so I hesitated for years once I did get help to ask for medication and even then it wasn’t me asking for it but the doctor suggesting it.

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    1. Glad you can relate (well in a way you are not alone and neither am I. Not glad that you struggle with mental illnesses. Mental illness sucks! πŸ˜› ) Yes it doesn’t help when your parents are not on your side (I can relate to that) I am glad you did eventually seek help, but sorry to hear it sometimes had negative effects. Take care and thanks for the comment.


  4. Thanks for sharing πŸ™‚ I’m similar in that I’ve always struggled with anxiety and depression but I didn’t know I did until I had a major depressive episode when I was 53. When I was younger and I would say to my mum that I thought I was depressed she would get angry and tell me that I had no idea what real depression was like. She had a nervous breakdown in her trends and you would think she would have been well placed to recognise it, but not so. So I always believed it was something else like stress. I was also taught that my anxiety was excitement… Now knowing I’m on the autism spectrum I understand why I didn’t question my mother.
    The breakdown I had five years ago was pretty huge and life-changing and also coincided with my autism diagnosis. I’ve never fully recovered and have to live a very quiet life now.

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    1. I am glad you saw some ways in which you can relate. My story is kind of similar to yours in a way where your mom never recognized a problem. My dad I think knew I struggled and was very different growing up. He was more open about himself and also easier to talk to about anything. He created like a safer environment I guess and let me share my thoughts without the cliche bs of just telling me to get over it. So I could always talk to him (and I didn’t as much as I should have. But I did at times) without judgement and a feeling of understanding. My mom is another story that is kind of too personal to post online, but I might one day as it has caused me significant problems in my past and present. So a lot of the time in the house my dad and I sided with one another. He was easier to talk to, we both kind of knew about my mom and her problems. She didn’t even tell me how different I was to raise, and that I was taken into screenings/testing as a child until my early twenties. That is what kinda started the discovery of my diagnoses. She never told me what came of my tests as a child either, according to her I wasn’t diagnosed at that age and the doctor told them I would do things on my own time regardless of questions of how delayed and different I was. She doesn’t like to talk about negative things, tries her best to be positive, but deep down and I think she really suffers and she is not as strong as she pretends to put up. I only know this as her daughter however. When I confront her with anything negative or I could be having a difficult time managing, whatever it may be she tells me to just be positive or to get over it. At times I feel she views me as week and like she is comparing me to her past or herself. It is pretty much brushed under the rug. Let’s just leave it at that. I probably shared too much, I feel like I am invading her privacy when I discuss it, but like it is something that has effected me very deeply and caused a tremendous amount of pain and problems my whole life. Now that I am away from it all living in the states with my hubby I see it even more clearly which causes further emotions and questions.

      I have run into episodes of depression and so on, probably ones I should have seeked help for, but haven’t to this day. Now that I know there is a problem and it is really effected my day to day life, there is really no more denying it or thinking I will get better on my own and not struggle, I hope to seek professional help when we are more stable, or I get health coverage.

      Until then much like you I am trying to live the quietest life possible and just trying to manage everything on my own or with the help of my husband. His support means a lot and things have gotten a bit easier since he came into my life. It is a blessing until I can truly get a handle on everything.

      I am sorry to hear about your struggles and the break down. I can relate. Somehow I have managed to make it through break downs but it has caused failures and unhappiness in my life. (depressed in college dropped out and couldn’t make it to enough classes. Had hard time keeping jobs etc) all around me having people just tell me I am lazy or I have to work harder. I am sitting here like guys maybe there is a serious problem and going to work everyday and making all the money in the world even if I could manage it is not = happy or successful. But if I can face it, I feel like I could seek help with things like jobs that would be more suiting for me etc and so much I could benefit from. I have really just come to find out living my life for everyone else or pretending everything was okay wasn’t working, so now I am trying to repair that and journey back to me. πŸ™‚

      For a long time I believed everyone felt the way I did. Honestly I did. I just figured everyone was anxious/autistic etc and stronger than me. Then I realized I was different than a lot of people around me, peers etc.

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      1. Yes, I thought that everyone thought like I did. I still struggle to get my head round it.
        I also feel I’m invading my mum’s privacy. It’s a hard one. I am thankful for my diagnosis and illness as it helps me understand my mum. I am much more forgiving now.
        I know someone who will only talk about positive things and will change the subject if I try and explain myself. It must be so so much harder for you.
        My husband is retired now. He is and always has been very supportive in all ways. I struggle with guilt that I cannot help financially.
        On a positive note I’ve found through illness and my diagnosis that I am a better person now – more understanding and tolerant. It’s broken into the rigidity of thinking that I had about other people. It’s like I was blind before.

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      2. Yes, I get that as I still struggle too with grasping how different I am etc.

        Yes, it’s hard to balance between invading one’s privacy, and still wanting to share your own experiences and how their lives may have effected your growing or experiences. If that makes sense? I am starting to become more forgiving, well I am working on it. It is sad too, when your loved ones are struggling but are not reaching out for help or even want to talk about it. I think it is harder on people like you and me to talk about things. If you are like me, I am very introverted and if I do discuss things especially something so personal to me or vulnerable, it took me a lot of guts to do it. So when denied or only met with some positive outlook with really no meaning behind it etc other than to please let’s move on is very frustrating. It makes me want to be more of an introvert. Haha Like no wonder why I hide from you crazy humans. πŸ˜› I am glad you have someone like your husband who have and will support you in every way. Don’t feel guilty, I know it’s hard, but it isn’t your fault. I just got my green card here in the USA, so I was out of work for a few or so months. Though I must say I really needed the break and enjoyed it (I really overworked myself at my last job which was probably a little over my head. But…I worked over two years there and my manager had full trust in me. I was like her go to person. So I gained a lot of confidence even surprised myself. That is another story though with many variables what I found helped etc to keep going. Haha. But yeah these last few or so months being out of work I have felt guilty even though I couldn’t help it. Especially if we were stressed financially. So I kind of can understand. But no it is not your fault at all!
        Yes the more I find out about my diagnoses, illnesses and about myself I am feeling like I am on the road to being a much better person. It is a working progress, but I am happier than I was. πŸ™‚

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