October 06, 2024
It was hard to recognise that I needed to start taking care of myself. My body was physically breaking down as a result of my mental illness. It wasn’t until I lost the things that I loved the most until I realised that I needed to take action. I couldn’t dance, I isolated from friends and family, I lost two jobs that I loved with all my heart, and I didn’t even have the strength to visit my horses, the creatures that once inspired me to fight.
It all started with a doctor’s appointment. Although I danced around the subject for most of the appointment, I eventually found the bravery I needed to say the words I had refused to say out loud up until that point.
What followed was a string of appointments with all kinds of professionals. I felt like a planet with many moons orbiting around me for eternity, occasionally eclipsing one another, sometimes in harmony and sometimes in juxtaposition.
I battled in silence for a long time, no one knew that I had gone to the doctor or sought therapy. I kept it a secret not because I was stubborn, but because I was ashamed. I feared having to dissolve my façade of perfection and show the people close to me just how deeply flawed I had become.

Photo by Lisa Clarke.
But my secret was revealed after I was hospitalised. It was challenging to reframe the thoughts and perceptions that had been hardwired into my brain for so long. It took years for me to develop the tools I needed to restructure my thought processes and combat the negative pathways. Stigma drives misconceptions.
I’ve adopted the mantra: “You have survived 100 per cent of your bad days so far.”
I’ve learned to recognise my triggers and the signs that I am beginning to become overwhelmed. I use these markers to determine when I need to step away from something, take a break, change my environment, and allow myself to regulate and consider a new approach.
I have learned that for me, structure and routine is pivotal in managing my mental health as I approach full recovery. I find that having a timetable that predicts meals, self-care, and adequate sleep has proven beneficial.
Good physical health often influences good mental health. I have also traded my individual sports for team sports. In doing that, I’m surrounded by a supportive group of friends who have helped me find the joy in movement rather than use movement as a punishment for my body. Cheerleading and team dancing have become healthy outlets for my emotions.
My advice to anyone who is struggling is this: I know you may feel alone as you float in your own void, but you are not. And you don’t have to be alone. You are not a burden, nor are you a disappointment. You deserve care. You deserve joy. Make an appointment with your doctor and do the thing that scares you the most; ask for help. You can do hard things.
Recovery isn’t linear but I can promise you one thing; there is not a single person who has recovered from their mental illness who regrets doing so.
If you or someone you know is experiencing a mental health crisis and is in immediate danger of harming themselves or others, call 000. You can find a comprehensive list of mental health support services here.