Why Saying “I’m Not Okay” is Actually Okay
I will apologise in advance because this is a slight deviation from what I usually write and because I feel that this is probably going to be a long post but I wanted to write this because recently I’ve been feeling a little low, I wouldn’t say depressed because that’s an entirely different ball game. But, here’s the thing, maybe I would be saying depressed if I hadn’t have learned that admitting that you’re feeling low is totally fine.
I need to give some background here; when I was 12, my father died very suddenly from calcification in his aortic valve – so, basically his heart stopped. Both my sister (who was 7 and the time) and I were unfortunate in that we were there when he collapsed, although I and other people did our best to prevent her from seeing too much. We were swiftly taken away by a family friend and later found out that he had died. It was totally devastating. Going through the stress of watching a loved one collapse, watching people try to resuscitate them, waiting for hours to hear what you hope is going to be good news and that it was just a catastrophic blip and they’re fine, only to find out one of the most important figures in your life has gone forever is indescribably painful. It’s really difficult to articulate and it’s even harder to imagine if you’ve never been through it.
Understandably, perhaps, I experienced depressive episodes which often constituted feeling sad, numb, angry, guilty, worthless and in the worst periods, feeling nothing at all and being totally anhedonic. When I felt okay, it quickly returned to depression again because it seemed wrong that I should be happy, feeling hopeful or enjoying myself when I “should have been” grieving. This cycle is very common in the grieving process, as I learned at counselling sessions shortly after my father’s death. Counselling helped at the time, I had someone who understood me and I could talk to about things but otherwise I spoke to no-one else, preferring not to upset my mum when she was also trying to cope with the loss. I also took on a more adult role because my mum struggled; I wanted to help and keep the family going so, aged 12, I became an adult.
It might seem like this is going off on a tangent, but it isn’t – stay with me. As I got older, the grief became easier to handle. A good analogy of grief is to think of it as a stone; to begin with, it is sharp, jagged and painful to handle. As time goes on, it becomes smoother, easier to handle but it never completely disappears. The depressive episodes I experienced became less frequent, although they could still be matched in ferocity. But I still never really spoke to anyone about it. I think it’s because of this that my thoughts started to turn to self-harm and although I never went through with it properly, it was enough for a referral to a psychiatrist. This was probably my first turning point (note, *first* turning point). I decided to buckle down at school and make my dad proud. I got decent GCSE results and went on into Sixth Form to complete my A Levels before heading off to university. But still, through this time and up until last year, I never really spoke to anyone in detail about my feelings and I was reluctant to even talk to my boyfriend (who I’ve now been with almost five years).
I thought admitting that I wasn’t okay was like admitting I was weak and it made me feel weak after trying to be so strong for my family. To put it plainly, vulnerability was unacceptable to me. Not too long after I had moved into my university term-time address, I experienced quite a radical episode and ended up crying on my brand new housemate which caused me to feel so angry and humiliated with myself because what kind of early impression is that? What must she think of me? What an idiot.
Or not. She actually suggested that I seek counselling again. I was completely against the idea initially, I thought it’s just another indication of weakness. But it got to the point where I felt dreadful and it was apparent that I wasn’t coping well at all which would have eventually seeped into my studies. So I registered with my university counselling service and started sessions. Rather than giving me new coping mechanisms which I was expecting, my counsellor gave me a new perspective. We discovered that there was two sides of me; one who was vulnerable and wanted say to say “I’m not okay” and one who was adamant that vulnerability wasn’t an option. She asked me to create a dialogue between these two discussing weakness and whether it was okay; it was difficult but useful. This dialogue created the foundation for my realisation that feeling vulnerable, sad, down, depressed or whatever you want to call it, is absolutely fine. In fact, rather than it being “weakness” it’s healthy and a sign of strength; admitting I wasn’t okay meant that I wasn’t ignoring the problem or bottling it up until I eventually had a meltdown. Saying “I’m not okay” means that I acknowledge something’s up, even if I’m not sure what it is. Even recently, I have said “no, I’m not feeling too great” or “my weekend was a bit rubbish because I felt a bit rubbish” and I haven’t felt ashamed about it. In fact, I feel so much better about myself for being honest both with me and other people and I feel like my relationships have been boosted by it too.
I have changed from viewing my vulnerabilities as a hinderance and as something that shouldn’t be tolerated and should ignored or hidden from other people. Sometimes, it’s still hard admitting that I’m not having a good day and yes, some times I do want some time to myself to think things over. But feeling able to admit that things might not be going so well has helped me see that I am actually a much stronger person than I thought I was and that I’m not weak, just a little less brighter than my usual self. Now, when I recognise when I’m feeling low, I can say “okay, that’s fine, let’s do some baking/ let’s read a book/ let’s listen to music/ let’s talk to someone about it”, it’s alright.
I’ll wrap my essay (sorry!) here and conclude with that if you’re reading this and you maybe recognise yourself in me and want to feel differently then don’t be afraid to take that step. There is always someone who can listen, whether that’s family, a partner, a friend, a counsellor or a charity; people can surprise you. And if you think you’re alone, well… This blog is surely proof you’re not alone? And let me tell you this; I’m not always okay, but that’s okay.