It’s Mental Health Awareness Week this week, and we all know that I’m very aware of my sometimes deteriorating mental health.
Sometimes it’s fine though.
It got to the point the other day when I thought if I still needed all the extra care. The support from my University. People checking up on me. The “Get out of Jail Free Cards”. Then I got a letter through from the University with my exam arrangements and I felt a little sigh of relief.
You know what? There’s no shame in that. What even are exam halls anyway?
Saying that, diagnosed or not, final year is STRESSFUL. Most of us are trying to balance a job, a degree or some kind of society, or all three. Some might be trying to maintain a social life (Godspeed) or trying to commute home when they can. Yet now we have the added bonus of all our marks counting to a significant part of our final classification.
The word “final” crops up a lot, and those five letters weigh you down, because it’s like there’s an egg timer in the back of your mind reminding you that time is running out. Then everyone’s mental health takes a step back, because obviously the big old degree is more important.
One of my friends tweeted the other day about how this week everyone is suddenly aware of mental health and then for the rest of the year it just lurks in the background, and it made me chuckle. Let’s face it, we need self care all year round, whether we think we need it or not.
There is no shame in reaching out for help. We need to see taking time for ourselves as a positive act towards wellbeing, not a selfish need to leave your friends hanging. Mental health is just as important as physical health, and since we all have brains, we all have an equal right to caring for them.
Body and mind are of equal importance- so engage in an act of self care today. Have a digestive. Go for a run. Listen to Eurovision songs on repeat- whatever floats your boat.
I’m going to stop procrastinating and finish editing my dissertation. (!!!)
I WILL SHUT UP ABOUT IT SOON I PROMISE.