I hope all of you are having an incredible week?…
It’s easy to wake up everyday and put your game face on but when you’re living with CP, sometimes it really isn’t that easy. Mental health is another taboo subject brushed under the carpet by ourselves and the public eye. This makes me so angry.
In tonight’s blog I want to talk to you all about how I’ve really bounced back and how I’m still smiling with the help of my incredible family. Strap yourselves in!
As a child, I was always smiling, but I cried a lot too and still do now. As I’ve mentioned previously communicating verbally didn’t come naturally until I was 5. All I could do was make sounds and say words now and then, I was so little but bloody hell the amount of frustration was unbelievable, However, with close guidance from nursery, like a sponge I managed to soak everything in and I made amazing progress. See, giving up has or never will be an option and by speaking up about mental health issues, I hope people who read my blog can finally start to do the same
As you gently phase out of your early years, you begin to familiarise yourself with everything an adult can but with a child’s bird’s-eye view.
For example, I had my first care agency when I was 3 and various other ones have come and gone but having so-called professionals trying to dictate your future and making unnecessary changes especially when you have full mental capacity really does take an emotional toll regardless if a child with CP can speak or not. It doesn’t matter if your child needs equipment to learn to communicate, but the priority in this case should be a voice has to be heard.
I think this is a major thing we all need to remember when it comes to our own mentality. We are not designed to have superpowers and we don’t operate by the touch of a button either. Recharging our batteries is vital.
This year was my final year studying Level 3 Business at Blackburn College for 2 years when I received the devastating news I was unable to continue studying because I’d reduced my modules due to struggling with workload in my 1st year.
I can’t actually begin to describe it. It was like everything had completely shut down and all I kept thinking about were the memories I created with the people who really took me under their wing including my support assistants and my personal tutor. I still have days where I cry and I feel like I no longer have any fight in me but it’s still very raw. All I have to do is grit my teeth and show the world what I’m truly made of.
If you or somebody you know is suffering with mental health. Please don’t suffer in silence. Tonight give your friends or family a phone call, make dinner, chill out or give somebody a hug if they need it because it takes ounces of strength to smile underneath the cracks.