Illness
It began on a Wednesday morning, I was doing my morning routing dropping of my children’s to school, daycare and from there head to work. I started to have a weird feeling, but decided to ignore it something that I had done for a decent while. Therefore, the night arrive I was heading back home from picking up my children’s from my mother’s house. The same feeling that I had in the morning got worse. Moreover, the feeling start off with shakiness, nausea, stomach problems, nervous, feeling desperate, but it do not end there the worst and horrible thing that it could had happen was I was getting this abnormal thoughts. I was having committing suicidal thoughts. I still could not believe at the age of twenty threeI was going to have this problem. I figure it out that these thoughts were not going to be easy to overcome. …show more content…
Coming from a Mexican family and a single mother, I can say we do not really believe in mental illness problems until my problem started. Like a mother that I am, I decide to seek for some help. It is never too late to look for help, but if you see this same problem do not ignored it as I did. However, after my scene I decide to go to an urgent care but did not work. The next morning I went to see a doctor but my thought was just getting worse and worse. I decide to go back to a regular hospital was there for a while, and doctor decide that I need more then this help. As my own decision and the safe of my family, I decide to get help from a mental hospital. I was an inpatient in this hospital for 4 days, while my stay they assign me a psychiatric doctor. My psychiatric diagnose me with anxiety and depression, something that I never thought that could have had happen to me. While, my stay in the mental hospital I realized that I was not alone. I meet people with different mental issues. One day I was in a party with my husband’s family. Then, there was an accident that a person felt and I was the only one that saw it. Afterward, I was laughing because it was hilarious and one of them brother that knew my problem saw me laughing and told a different brother that I was crazy. I felt so bad after hearing that because as a Hispanic culture if they knew that you were in a mental hospital they would consider you cuccucucu and crazy. Sometime I feel ashamed of this disorder. I feel people will see me different after they know I was in a mental hospital. People do not see the other side of that person before they criticize. They would started to thinking that you are violent, unpredictable, dangerous, unreliable, irresponsible, and utterly incapable of managing all but very basic tasks. I know that on my conscience I am not that type of person. I feel I am a better and can accomplished my goal in life. Now that I am in college to be a register nurse; My illness will be a problem for them because they would consider me incapable of doing the job, but they do not know that thanks to the illness made me see that I should be a nurse to help other with the same problem. Living with depression and anxiety can be a battle, but I have overcome it. I
It began on a Wednesday morning, I was doing my morning routing dropping of my children’s to school, daycare and from there head to work. I started to have a weird feeling, but decided to ignore it something that I had done for a decent while. Therefore, the night arrive I was heading back home from picking up my children’s from my mother’s house. The same feeling that I had in the morning got worse. Moreover, the feeling start off with shakiness, nausea, stomach problems, nervous, feeling desperate, but it do not end there the worst and horrible thing that it could had happen was I was getting this abnormal thoughts. I was having committing suicidal thoughts. I still could not believe at the age of twenty threeI was going to have this problem. I figure it out that these thoughts were not going to be easy to overcome. …show more content…
Coming from a Mexican family and a single mother, I can say we do not really believe in mental illness problems until my problem started. Like a mother that I am, I decide to seek for some help. It is never too late to look for help, but if you see this same problem do not ignored it as I did. However, after my scene I decide to go to an urgent care but did not work. The next morning I went to see a doctor but my thought was just getting worse and worse. I decide to go back to a regular hospital was there for a while, and doctor decide that I need more then this help. As my own decision and the safe of my family, I decide to get help from a mental hospital. I was an inpatient in this hospital for 4 days, while my stay they assign me a psychiatric doctor. My psychiatric diagnose me with anxiety and depression, something that I never thought that could have had happen to me. While, my stay in the mental hospital I realized that I was not alone. I meet people with different mental issues. One day I was in a party with my husband’s family. Then, there was an accident that a person felt and I was the only one that saw it. Afterward, I was laughing because it was hilarious and one of them brother that knew my problem saw me laughing and told a different brother that I was crazy. I felt so bad after hearing that because as a Hispanic culture if they knew that you were in a mental hospital they would consider you cuccucucu and crazy. Sometime I feel ashamed of this disorder. I feel people will see me different after they know I was in a mental hospital. People do not see the other side of that person before they criticize. They would started to thinking that you are violent, unpredictable, dangerous, unreliable, irresponsible, and utterly incapable of managing all but very basic tasks. I know that on my conscience I am not that type of person. I feel I am a better and can accomplished my goal in life. Now that I am in college to be a register nurse; My illness will be a problem for them because they would consider me incapable of doing the job, but they do not know that thanks to the illness made me see that I should be a nurse to help other with the same problem. Living with depression and anxiety can be a battle, but I have overcome it. I