YES: "my homes have become more expansive in their environments because I am seeking that expanse in myself."
I've been trying to explain why I went from a hardcore city-lover (still am, honestly) to someone who knows the names of birds, plants, trees. I've let myself become quiet enough to listen rather than fill up the space with my own thoughts.
Proud of you for speaking truth to your journey. As a long time fan of your writing, it's been an inspiration to see how you have grown and evolved and it's especially inspiring to witness the courage of truly vulnerable personal storytelling.
“One of my triggers for panic attacks was an elevated heart rate. Anything that surprised me or stressed me out or scared me could catapult me toward panic. I would hold my fingers to my neck, trying to suss out if my heart was still beating — if it was too fast, too irregular, too there.”
This was me for so long. As a child, a teen, a young adult. I was so young, and back then my rural neck of the woods didn’t really “do” mental health so I had no words for what was happening. By the time I started seeing a therapist I was mostly beyond them.
Thank you for sharing this. It’s only by sharing our stories (often the ones that involve “taboo” topics) that others can say, “Me, too,” and know they aren’t alone.
Nice post for so many reasons!! I suffered from anxiety attacks in my early to mid thirties, and you are correct, the key to change was when I began to understand that my anxiety attack was my body's way of showing me in a very impressive way that "things needed to change." I'm sure she sent some much gentler reminders before my first anxiety attack that I totally ignored, ha! Our bodies are amazing, so much to be grateful for! Thanks for sharing your story. 💟
Oct 17, 2022·edited Oct 17, 2022Liked by Kelton Wright
Mental illness. When I was a kid I used to ask myself the weirdest question. Would I rather be mentally ill or physically challenged or disabled? Silly, I thought, and repeatedly answered mentally ill of course. I couldn't bear being physically challenged because of my athletic motivation. I'd rather be dead. And besides, if I'm mentally ill I won't know it anyway... I'll be locked up blowing bubbles and being cared for by some institution.
And so the years passed. One day the truth hit me. I knew if I didnt get therapy I would be dead through self-medicating. I institutionalized myself and thought okay, this is it, I'll never get out and lose my mind forever. Only that didn't happen.
I was trapped inside my mind from the outside looking in. And didn't know how to get out. My story is too long to tell here, but suffice to say drugs and mental illness don't mix.
Today I'm a new person. It took two times being institutionalized before I came through mentally healed and able to live my best and know how without hurting others while in the process of hurting myself.
Thank you for sharing your story with intimate details. It helps to understand we aren't alone in this battle. We lived to see another day. Happy (most times), healthy (relatively speaking), and free. Many don't make it through to the other side, so we try and live our lives to the fullest to honor those lost souls and carry on for those who are still searching.
This is such a great and accurate description of severe anxiety: “The crux of Panic Disorder is not that you’re afraid of flying or social events or failure or what have you, it’s that you’re afraid of having another panic attack. You’re afraid the next one will be the one you don’t come back from, the one you don’t survive.” (I’m also in a much better place than I used to be, but this description really captured what it was like when panic controlled my life.)
Thank you for sharing your story! As I always say, you never know who you might help with your writing. We don't always know who might be suffering through a bad time in their life. Hearing someone talk about their experience could give them hope that they too can survive.
YES: "my homes have become more expansive in their environments because I am seeking that expanse in myself."
I've been trying to explain why I went from a hardcore city-lover (still am, honestly) to someone who knows the names of birds, plants, trees. I've let myself become quiet enough to listen rather than fill up the space with my own thoughts.
Thanks as ever for this.
Proud of you for speaking truth to your journey. As a long time fan of your writing, it's been an inspiration to see how you have grown and evolved and it's especially inspiring to witness the courage of truly vulnerable personal storytelling.
“One of my triggers for panic attacks was an elevated heart rate. Anything that surprised me or stressed me out or scared me could catapult me toward panic. I would hold my fingers to my neck, trying to suss out if my heart was still beating — if it was too fast, too irregular, too there.”
This was me for so long. As a child, a teen, a young adult. I was so young, and back then my rural neck of the woods didn’t really “do” mental health so I had no words for what was happening. By the time I started seeing a therapist I was mostly beyond them.
Thank you for sharing this. It’s only by sharing our stories (often the ones that involve “taboo” topics) that others can say, “Me, too,” and know they aren’t alone.
Nice post for so many reasons!! I suffered from anxiety attacks in my early to mid thirties, and you are correct, the key to change was when I began to understand that my anxiety attack was my body's way of showing me in a very impressive way that "things needed to change." I'm sure she sent some much gentler reminders before my first anxiety attack that I totally ignored, ha! Our bodies are amazing, so much to be grateful for! Thanks for sharing your story. 💟
I love this so much, especially the part about the relationship between riding & writing. Thanks for sharing.
Mental illness. When I was a kid I used to ask myself the weirdest question. Would I rather be mentally ill or physically challenged or disabled? Silly, I thought, and repeatedly answered mentally ill of course. I couldn't bear being physically challenged because of my athletic motivation. I'd rather be dead. And besides, if I'm mentally ill I won't know it anyway... I'll be locked up blowing bubbles and being cared for by some institution.
And so the years passed. One day the truth hit me. I knew if I didnt get therapy I would be dead through self-medicating. I institutionalized myself and thought okay, this is it, I'll never get out and lose my mind forever. Only that didn't happen.
I was trapped inside my mind from the outside looking in. And didn't know how to get out. My story is too long to tell here, but suffice to say drugs and mental illness don't mix.
Today I'm a new person. It took two times being institutionalized before I came through mentally healed and able to live my best and know how without hurting others while in the process of hurting myself.
Thank you for sharing your story with intimate details. It helps to understand we aren't alone in this battle. We lived to see another day. Happy (most times), healthy (relatively speaking), and free. Many don't make it through to the other side, so we try and live our lives to the fullest to honor those lost souls and carry on for those who are still searching.
Love this. Thank you!
This is such a great and accurate description of severe anxiety: “The crux of Panic Disorder is not that you’re afraid of flying or social events or failure or what have you, it’s that you’re afraid of having another panic attack. You’re afraid the next one will be the one you don’t come back from, the one you don’t survive.” (I’m also in a much better place than I used to be, but this description really captured what it was like when panic controlled my life.)
Thank you so so much.
So beautiful, Kelton. Thank you for sharing your story.
👏🏽 Glad that you’re well.
That last photo is ridiculous! I am afraid of falling while walking in the snow so the thought of biking on it is almost inconceivable. Almost 🤔
Well done, Kelton. You have been a good and faithful steward of your body and soul.
Thank you for your openness and vulnerability. I saw myself in some of those lines.
👏🏻 👏🏻 well done !
Thank you for sharing your story! As I always say, you never know who you might help with your writing. We don't always know who might be suffering through a bad time in their life. Hearing someone talk about their experience could give them hope that they too can survive.