Helping Someone with PTSD

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Helping a Loved One or Family Member with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder

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When someone you care about suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), it affects you too. The symptoms of PTSD aren’t easy to live with, and the changes in your loved one can be downright terrifying. You worry that things won’t ever go back to the way they were before. At the same time, you may feel angry about what’s happening to your family, and hurt by your loved one’s distance and moodiness. It’s a stressful situation all around—one that can leave you feeling overwhelmed, even as you try your best to stay strong. The most important thing to know is that you aren’t helpless. Your support can make a huge difference in your partner, friend, or family member’s recovery. But as you do your best to care for someone with PTSD, you also need to take care of yourself.

Understanding the impact of PTSD on family & relationships

PTSD can take a heavy toll on friends and family members, and relationship difficulties are common. It can be hard to understand your loved one’s behavior—why he or she is less affectionate and more volatile. You may feel like you’re walking on eggshells or living with a stranger. You may even be afraid of the person. The symptoms of PTSD can also result in job loss, substance abuse, and other stressful problems that affect the whole family.

It’s hard not to take the symptoms of PTSD personally. When someone you love is distant, anxious, or angry all the time, your relationship suffers. But it’s important to remember that the person may not always have control over his or her behavior. Anger, irritability, depression, apathy, mistrust, and negativity are common PTSD symptoms that your loved one can’t simply choose to turn off. With time and treatment, they will get better, but it’s a gradual process.

Tips for coping with PTSD in the family

• Be patient. Getting better takes time, even when a person is committed to treatment for PTSD. Be patient with the pace of recovery. It’s a process that takes time and often involves setbacks. The important thing is to stay positive and keep at it.
• Educate yourself about PTSD. The more you know about the symptoms, effects, and treatment options, the better equipped you'll be to help your loved one, understand what he or she is going through, and keep things in perspective.
• Don’t pressure your loved one into talking. It can be very difficult for people with PTSD to talk about their traumatic experiences. For some, it can even make things worse. Instead of trying to force it, just let them know you’re willing to listen when they’re ready.
• Take care of your emotional and physical health. As the saying goes, put on your own oxygen mask first. You won’t be any good to your loved one if you are burned out, sick, or exhausted.
• Accept (and expect) mixed feelings. As you go through the emotional wringer, be prepared for a complicated mix of feelings—some of which you’ll never want to admit. Just remember, having negative feelings toward your family member doesn’t mean you don’t love them.

PTSD & the family: Social support is vital to recovery

It’s common for people with PTSD to withdraw from their friends and family. While it’s important to respect your loved one’s boundaries, too much isolation is unhealthy. Your comfort and support can help a person with PTSD overcome feelings of helplessness, grief, and despair. In fact, trauma experts claim that receiving love from others is the most important factor in PTSD recovery.
Knowing how to best demonstrate your love and support, however, isn’t always easy. You can’t be your family member’s therapist, and you can’t force him or her to get better. But you can play a major role in the healing process by spending time together and listening carefully.

Why someone with PTSD might be reluctant to seek support

• Being afraid of losing control
• Feeling weak or ashamed
• Not wanting to burden others
• Believing that others won’t understand
• Wanting to avoid thinking about what happened
• Fear that others will judge or pity them

How to be a good listener

While you shouldn’t push a person with PTSD to talk, you can let them know you’re available for them. If they do choose to share, try to listen without expectations or judgments. Make it clear that you’re interested and that you care, but don’t worry about giving advice. Leave that to the professionals. Instead, do your best to simply take in what they’re saying. Never underestimate how much the act of empathetic listening can help.

A person with PTSD may need to talk about the traumatic event over and over again. This is part of the healing process, so avoid the temptation to tell your loved one to stop rehashing the past and move on. Instead, offer to talk as many times as needed. And remember, it’s okay to dislike what you hear. Some of the things your loved one tells you might be very hard to listen to. But it’s important to respect their feelings and reactions. If you come across as disapproving, horrified, or judgmental, they are unlikely to open up to you again.

Communication Pitfalls to Avoid

• Giving easy answers or blithely telling the person everything is going to be okay
• Stopping the person from talking about their feelings or fears
• Offering unsolicited advice or telling the person what he or she “should” do
• Blaming all of your relationship or family problems on the person’s PTSD
• Invalidating, minimizing, or denying the person’s experience
• Telling the person to “get over it” or “snap out of it”
• Giving ultimatums or making threats or demands
• Making the person feel weak because they aren’t coping as well as others
• Telling the person they were lucky it wasn’t worse
• Taking over with your own personal experiences or feelings

PTSD & the family: Tips for rebuilding trust and safety

Trauma alters the way a person sees the world, making it seem like a perpetually dangerous and frightening place. It also damages people’s ability to trust others and themselves. Anything you can do to rebuild your loved one’s sense of security will contribute to recovery. This means cultivating a safe environment, acting in a dependable and reassuring way, and stepping in to help when needed. But it also means finding ways to empower the person. Smothering someone with PTSD or doing things for them that they’re capable of doing for themselves is counterproductive. Better to build their confidence and self-trust by giving them more choices and control.

Greetings from Byron Bay

When my shrink suggested I take regular time out to myself I thought "good luck" and "that will be nice". But months later I went ahead and made it a reality by committing and booking some flights. I didn't give it much thought, just took the action. Days leading up to my weekend away I was getting cold feet and contemplating cancelling. I guess I was fearful of getting out of my comfort zone and to some extend felt guilty leaving my family behind. Now that I'm here, I wish I could go back to those few moments and bitch slap myself! 

Anzac Day got me thinking: we celebrate the sacrifice that people made, essentially we are celebrating their death. So why not celebrate life as well?

To take two days/nights out of normal life, in the scheme of things, is not a big deal, but it can make a massive world of difference. So much so that I've decided to make this an annual weekend away, to coincide with my anniversary of the cardiac arrest and to celebrate living. 

Rest, relaxation, rejuvenation, reflection and taking stock. Whatever form it takes, be it an hour or two taking a long walk, having a coffee, seeing a movie, sleeping in or having some time away; we all need it.

Fight or Flight

Following a major life event, there are good and bad things about life moving on as per normal. Normality can offer a good distraction; a reason to keep going; or a good escape from the seriousness of recent events. Alternatively, it can be such a good distraction, that you never get a chance to deal with your emotions to then be able to move on and live a new kind of normal. It's so easy to get caught up in existing and functioning, that we don't permit ourselves the mental or physical space needed to deal with our emotions.

Another factor that can impact this, is time. Often it's a necessity to simply keep functioning because anything more than that is not possible, so with time, other things come out in the wash.

I was so caught up in functioning and dealing with one issue at a time, that it took me a good eight months post cardiac arrest, to realise that since the cardiac arrest I've been having nightmares every night.

I couldn't tell you specifics about the nightmares because they have always been so muddled, but the constants have been the vivid emotions I've been experiencing in them. It's always the same: violence, fearfulness, loss of control, confrontation, anger, anxiety, hatred, cruelty, hopelessness, desperation, chaos, being judged, frightfulness, frustration...amongst others. In my nightmares, I'm always pushed into situations I don't want to be in or deal with, with no choice but to haphazardly confront them.

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To say that I've been exhausted after the cardiac arrest, is an understatement. I was constantly so tired and looking for reasons for this exhaustion, that I completely missed the obvious one: good quality sleep. It wasn't that I wasn't sleeping enough; or didn't have the ability to fall asleep. We even bought a new mattress! It was that I was having nightmares: an inescapable loop of the same, stagnant emotions in similar scenarios every single night. As a result I would wake up exhausted, in a haze and blur of confusion. I'd be cranky, impatient, unclear, unable to focus on any given task for too long, and would get worn out really easily and quickly.

So I focused on the tiredness as perhaps being caused by hypothyroidism. The (slight) hypothyroidism I've been experiencing most probably being a result of the heart medication amiodarone that I am on. There was no other logical explanation because the only thing my blood work showed were the TSH levels to indicate the hypothyroidism; and a spit test that I did showed low levels of progesterone. Essentially both tests showing that my hormones are fucked*. My cardiologist, GP and the head endocrinologist at RPAH were not concerned with my thyroid results and advised to simply keep a close eye on it.

So what next, what's the problem? No one could give me an answer. My cardiologist advised that perhaps the severe tiredness was due to sleep apnea, which is a common symptom for heart patients. So I went to my go-to guy for all things advice: my shrink. I figured he'd have a good colleague or know of a clinic he could refer me to do a sleep study. At this point I began observing my sleep looking for sleep apnea signs, but what I found instead were the constant nightmares. I told my psychiatrist about these and he was not surprised: they are a common symptom of PTSD. So we trialled a blood pressure medication which has been proven to assist PTSD patients with their nightmares. It switches off the fight or flight response experienced during sleep, giving you a chance to process and therefore wake up more refreshed and have better day-time function.

Hey presto, as expected, the medication worked overnight. The first nice dream I had in approximately eight months: and it was about my sisters. I was a little girl and they were all fussing over me and looking after me, loving me and nurturing me. The complete opposite scenario and set of emotions from my nightmares. It was exactly what I needed.

Following this I visited completely new places in my dreams. Not all my dreams were pleasant, but I no longer felt the need to escape them. In my dreams I could now control my emotions and I had choices. I could choose what I did and how I responded, and could even walk away from them or change them. This was a complete turnaround from being forced to continuously and haphazardly deal with unpleasant situations.

I took the pills for about a week and then stopped. I wanted to see what would happen when I came off them. It's been over a month now and I am happy to report that I am still visiting new places in my dreams, interacting with people and feeling more and more empowered in them. With the option of taking the medication again should I need it. I feel that even just that one week of quality sleep (minus the fight or flight hormones) was enough to kick my brain over into a new state of mind and function. I feel like a new person and enjoy each day at home with my daughter so much more now (as I'm sure she does also because I am no longer cranky). I have the ability to focus on tasks and feel much more energetic and capable of doing the things I like to do, including exercising regularly, socialising and preparing nutritious meals.

And the road to recovery continues...

What I've realised from it so far, is that the road is rocky with bumps, ditches, holes and smooth parts in between. Everyone has their own path and set of circumstances. But what I do urge all heart patients (particularly after a major cardiac event) is to not neglect their mental health and state of mind. Emotions play a major part in our healing process and capability with dealing with whatever gets thrown our way.

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*I've been doing some research on hormones and PTSD, so more on this stuff later, in another post.

Setting Boundaries

Fuck you very much 2014. Just when I thought this year was (finally) wrapping up nicely after a tumultuous, challenging and death defying crescendo, it throws two more curve balls that smack me right in the face.

It's true, my psychiatrist was right - my family do not do things by halves. When we're in, we're all in. We've had two terrible sets of news relating to my siblings. During a time when happiness is supposed to reign (Christmas and all that happy, fun shit), my two sisters have had to come to terms and deal with some terrible health related issues. It's been a downer to say the least.

When I was talking to one of my sisters and she ended up consoling me about her bad news - when I should have been the one consoling her, I got thinking. It reminded me of when I had the cardiac arrest and had to console family members in the hospital. All the meanwhile I wasn't quite sure what was going on myself. The shoe was on the other foot now.

My other sister handled her situation quite differently - not wanting to discuss anything, and with her boyfriend giving me the news.

The point I'm trying to get at - is bad news is bad news, no matter how it is communicated or received. There are so many confronting and uncomfortable emotions to deal with and that can make communication during these bad times more often than not, awkward. Everyone deals with things differently and there is no right or wrong way. It's whatever the individuals are comfortable with at the time.

Last year when my great niece died, her mother at times got very angry about the types of things that family and friends were saying in an attempt to console her. I get it, the world can be a fucked up place sometimes and when fucked up things happen like a healthy 9 month old dying suddenly, I'd be fucking angry too with probably anything anyone said or did. But she never said anything about it (except maybe indirectly rant on Facebook about it); she expected that everyone else should know what she wants to hear, in the way she wants to hear it.

The pieces fell together in my in-laws kitchen the other day. It was the last straw - I was so angry at people wanting to help by giving me unsolicited random advice. People wanting to help heal and fix poor broken (heart problem ridden) Angie.

When in reality it's just a way to attempt to fix themselves, so they project their shit on to me.

I realised at that moment that there's no point being angry. People are not mind readers. Their attempt to help or console all come from a good place of caring, concern and love. We are just as responsible for how we respond, as they are for what they say.

The problem in my situation has been the lack of response I have been giving these seemingly helpful people. It's because I didn't want to make them feel uncomfortable, so I'd nod through and listen to all their hair-brained, irrelevant, out of context quick fixes and suggestions for helping me with my heart problem - whatever that is - because they don't even quite know.

I'm responsible for setting my boundaries and maintaining them. So here goes, next time someone gives unsolicited advice or assistance, this will be my response: I'm fine, thank you for your concern and advice. At this stage I am happy and healthy and have my situation under control and under the watchful eye of relevant health care professionals.

Fuck you very much. Thanks 2014, you've had some highs and some really low lows. On to bigger and better things in 2015.

Wishing everyone a happy new year full of love, peace and most importantly, good health.

Wake, Eat, Live, Sleep, Repeat.

I'm tired. As I'm writing this I'm sitting on a stool slumping over the bench and my iPad. I've been wanting to write for a while but haven't had the energy nor the time. My hubby went back to work a month ago and honestly...I'm still adjusting to doing everything on my own, including looking after our one year old daughter. He's a great help when he gets home from work, but I feel like stuff (chores, cleaning, organising) are never ending. I've been overwhelmed at times. I'm getting irritated. I go to bed and fall asleep immediately from exhaustion.

I understand that all parents are tired, but I sense that my tiredness is on another heart-related level. I think I've been neglecting the fact that my capacity is not the same as someone else's (with no health issues).

What's been compounding that is that after a recent reassessment, I've realised my personal values were in the wrong order. I have been putting family and friends first. Noble, sure, maybe? But the reality is that if I don't look after myself then I won't have much to offer my family or friends or anyone else for that matter. So I put health first. This has changed my life and given me purpose, consistency and routine. Not bad things during a (emotionally and physically) tumultuous time.

Wake up, brekkie, gym/or walk, grocery shopping, lunch, cook, eat, sleep. Add a dose of housework and lots of playing with Zoe in between all that stuff. Repeat.

Some days are a struggle to do any of that apart from eat and sleep. I try and listen to my body (it's hard, my mind is quite overpowering and pushes me to over commit and overextend myself) but some things, like keeping my daughter alive and happy, must be done. 

I've had to slow way down. I feel like I'm at 50% capacity i.e. doing half the amount of stuff I did before and have had to make changes to my life accordingly. I've tried to be creative in my approach because I'm coming to terms with the fact that I can't be everything to everyone. That concept is so unrealistic and unattainable, causes constant unnecessary angst and stress...but that's another topic.

Here are some things that I've been doing.

Minimised social commitments. Particularly during the week. My motto is now low key and quality over quantity. Major life events make people realise things: if any of my "friends" didn't come see me post cardiac arrest either in the hospital or later at home, then I won't be going out of my way to see them...or probably ever talk to them again either. So that also minimises the amount of people "in rotation" in our social calendar.

Prioritising. I can't do everything. I can barely do half the stuff I did. Realistically some things slip, so I find it easier to let things slide once I've prioritised what's important and what's less important. And then not feeling guilty about the things that do slip!

Organised a house cleaner. They can be pricey here in Australia, so I've booked one in for once a fortnight only. I'll be paying her out of my personal budget. It means a few less lunches out but the way I've been living lately, that's not an issue as I'm primarily home bound by choice.

Online shopping. They deliver the groceries to my house and place them on my kitchen bench. Convenient and considering I'm still not allowed to drive, necessary. Any bits and bobs that I need (fresh fruit, veggies and meat) I pick up after the gym each day from my local grocer/butcher.

More online shopping. Yep, don't even want to go to a shopping center to shop for fashion or cosmetics or presents. I order that shit online and it gets delivered to my door.

Ask for help. I delegate tasks to Chris, particularly lifting heavy stuff like piles of washing. I also now take up my friends' offers to help wash the dishes when they come over for a meal. And my new cleaner? I've asked her for (paid) help because I can't keep up with the housework.

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Automate and mechanise. I'm truly embracing industrialisation by using machines like there's no tomorrow. Some days the dishwasher does two loads; I put most things in there now! Hanging washing? I don't think so. I'm pulling that stuff from the washing machine and putting it straight into the dryer. I'm cutting out steps where I can. Sure our electricity bill is slightly higher but it's worth my sanity and energy.

Batch food preparation. If I'm making something that can be frozen, I will make extra to freeze some portions. That way if I don't feel like cooking one day, I can defrost and have something quick and easy on hand.

Saying "NO". Hard for me to do when I've spent my life trying to make others and myself happy. But no choice. Used in the correct way, "NO" can be very powerful and liberating. It helps set limitations, boundaries and expectations.

Sleep. My average generally is eight hours a night. Some nights I've slept nine or 10 hours and still don't feel like it's enough. If I don't get enough sleep I can't function and find that my energy levels are greatly affected. Most nights it's hard to drop stuff and force myself to go to sleep, but this is where the prioritising comes in handy.

I'm getting there - to whatever my new normal is meant to be. I feel like I'm getting organised but my energy levels are still not where I want them to be. I'm still focusing on my rehabilitation and finding a new groove in my life. It will take time and I'm understanding now, that's OK.

Making Time for Yourself

After letting the dust settle, I realised my big emotional turnaround began after our recent trip to Perth. It was a chance to get away; spend time with my dear longtime friend Jenny; stop thinking about all the heart stuff and be a family again. In those moments though, I mostly craved to connect with myself. Most prominently, I felt like I was doing a half-assed job of everything: being me, being a partner, being a mother, being a friend; being all the roles that make up the rich spectrum of my life.

I know that I can only be my best and offer my best, when I've connected with myself to begin with. Then I can have more to offer to everyone. The problem was that I felt I needed permission to do this. I felt guilty for being what I perceived to be selfish; for needing time on my own.

The longing to spend time on my own came to a boiling point. I realised I needed to take action when I began getting annoyed not only at myself, but at Chris and Zoe for just being themselves, for wanting me to be around and for engaging with me. I felt stretched really thin, that I had nothing to offer them. I started to resent them. It felt like I was steadily moving in a downwards spiral through a dark abyss with heavy weights on my shoulders, pushing me even further down.

I got really upset feeling this way towards the two most important people in my life; and knew that I had to do something about it. So I gave myself permission to be me, to give myself space to spend time on my own and do things I enjoy. I gave myself permission to have fun, relax, explore and find myself again.

I started with doing something small every day. Below is a list of the things I've done over the past couple of weeks that have contributed to making me feel whole again.

• dinner and movie date with myself
• hot stone massage (never had one before, so it also counted as a new experience)
• take shoes off and walk on the beach, wet my feet in the ocean, sit on the sand and play with it
• take a 2-3 hour afternoon nap
• meet my girlfriend for a 1-1 (no kids, no partners) coffee and gossip
• walk through grass barefoot
• date night with Chris (dessert and a movie) to be a couple again
• family Sunday drive along the coast, lunch and drink with dear friends
• bake with love: birthday cake for Zoe and banana bread for the physiotherapists at my rehab program
• nurtured, watered and caressed my potplants, played with the dirt
• went for a walk through the city to see the VIVID Festival with my girlfriend
• personal maintenance (waxing, shaving, exfoliating, moisturing, file and paint nails, new facial cleansing regime) 
• went out for walks around the neighborhood with just Zoe, so we can reconnect and for me to build my confidence up and look after her on my own again

Both my holistic therapist and my physiotherapist had advised me a while back to take time out to do simple things I enjoy....and now I know why: life goes on, so I may as well enjoy it! This is part of my healing process.

Healthy Body, Healthy Mind

St George Hospital have a Healthy Heart Program run by physiotherapists at the hospital's onsite gym. I'm currently half way through my fourth week of physical rehabilitation. The program runs for six weeks total.

On the day of my cardiac arrest, the ambulance officers had taken me straight to St George Hospital and I stayed there in ICU until being transferred a few days later to RPAH, where I would be monitored by my cardiologist and getting the defibrillator inserted. I only vaguely remember someone slipping me a pamphlet and explaining the program while I was getting packed into the ambulance to head to RPAH.

It was weeks later before I came across that same pamphlet, on top of my washing machine of all places. I knew then I had to follow up but didn't do anything about it. The truth is I didn't feel ready to even think about the program, let alone sign up for it. A few days after this, the coordinator rang me to see how I was going and give me more information. It was really kind of her, I really needed her to organise it all for me and she did, it was the gentlest ever nudge to get me on the road to recovery. I'm so glad she persisted.

I didn't know what to expect and it all seemed overwhelming. Some previous gym sessions have not proved very fruitful or enjoyable. Once I gave a personal trainer a try. She totally ignored my heart condition and any information I gave her about myself (so much for the survey!) and got me (trying) to do chin-ups on a bar. WTF? Anyone who knows me personally will know that that type of exercise is not for me. Needless to say I never went back to that personal trainer. So much for personal...

Anywho I digress. I went to the Healthy Heart Program with an open mind and with time, have found my heart has totally opened to it too. I love it. I don't want to miss a session. It's on twice a week. My session group is on Tuesdays and Fridays in the afternoon. It's an hour of me, the machines and my music. I get the opportunity to clear my head and in a comfortable, caring and encouraging environment, to heal. Although I'm the youngest person in the group, I feel right at home. Everyone is so lovely and there to do the same thing as me: heal, learn, escape, exercise, be healthy.

The gym session is essentially run as a circuit. The circuit includes bike, treadmill, leg presses, leg weights, stepper, and free weights, amongst other things. Prior to starting the exercise program, I had gone in for an assessment where we discussed my case and requirements. Therefore every exercise is then specific to each person in resistance, weight and freedom of movement. The exercises are usually limited to six minutes each or three repetitions of eight, 10 or 12. Or in the case of the stepper (which I progressed to this week from the ordinary steps) for me, three repetitions of 30 seconds each. We all have a personalised exercise plan, which has been created by one of the physiotherapists. After each exercise one of the nurses/physios will check our stats (BMP, oxygen levels, blood pressure) and record them, so we are constantly being monitored. The fitter that everyone gets as time progresses, the more the exercises are increased in intensity, offering a slow and gradual build up.

On Tuesdays after the gym session, they also offer an hour education session with a different topic every week including: physiotherapy and general recovery information, occupational therapy and nutrition.

The Healthy Heart Program has done wonders for my confidence. I feel more strong, energetic, alert, connected, focused and fit. I feel safe and have around me people who are going through a similar experience. I also have goals again such as continuing exercise to be fit, healthy and to strengthen my heart. Currently I've committed to two gym sessions and two (long) walks a week (due to our increasing sedentary lifestyles we should all ideally exercise seven days a week, even if it's for half an hour). I've increased awareness around my nutrition and am once again focusing on losing the left-over post-pregnancy weight (something playing on my mind constantly and reinforced by my cardiologist on my last check-up). Excess weight has been directly linked to heart disease and problems.

The group varies and includes people who have recently had a quadruple bypass, double bypass, stent insertion and mechanical valve transplant. I'm the only one in the class who had a cardiac arrest and defibrillator inserted. Coupled with my age, I'm a unique case and sense that the "oldies" are more interested in what got me there than other classmates. This means I have made a lot of new friends!

Interestingly enough a few of my classmates are quite fit and regularly exercised before their operation/procedure which got them doing this program. One of the many common feelings expressed is that of disappointment. The disappointment arising from "having done the right thing" and then still ending up having heart issues. I can relate to this intensely but the more that I focus on my exercise and continuing to look after myself, the more that this disappointment fades. The more I accept that I will still try hard to do the right thing and be the best I can be, and that sometimes, shit just happens. The more that I also start to release the fear associated with shit just happening.

Although the physical rehabilitation is doing wonders, I have also come to acknowledge that for me, it's not enough. I also need to nurture my mind and psyche. I started about a month ago with seeing my holistic therapist and with her help, started dealing with my emotions as they were coming up, as well as getting my acupuncture and herbs to assist in my recovery. These treatments alone are generally enough under normal circumstances, but going through such a traumatic experience with the cardiac arrest, I knew I needed more.

My cardiologist referred me to one of his colleagues who is a psychiatrist with a focus on helping people deal with post traumatic stress. My psychiatrist is a really lovely, personable man with a good sense of humour, who made me feel instantly comfortable. As my friend Kate said yesterday (totally out of context but still very applicable): "sometimes you have to kiss a lot of frogs". I've seen a psychiatrist many years ago who was a total fuddy-duddy and well, just plain scary. Same goes with cardiologists. Again, I'm lucky to now have a solid and suitable network of healthcare professionals. But I am highly aware this is not always the case for everyone. So I urge you, if you're not feeling right or getting adequate care from any of your healthcare providers, you will have to kiss a few frogs and try others, until one sticks.

Last week I had my first session with him and even though we only had the psychiatrist's hour (50 minutes) to start discussing my history, I already feel better because I feel empowered. Rather than continue to wallow in self pity and uncertainty, I've taken responsibility for my emotions and taken steps to get help where I need it.

The healthy mind and healthy body concept is like the chicken and the egg argument. Which comes first? I don't think it matters. The point is that you pick one and the rest follows, it's inevitable. The most important thing is that you make a decision and take action.