I experienced a happy childhood in many ways. My father was a college professor, and my mother had a medical transcription business at home. I was loved and cared for. Seven years after my birth, my sister Laura came along. She was a joy and a delight to me.
I attended a private school, and I did very well. I was involved in drama and orchestra, and I received mostly A’s on my school work. I also had a baby-sitting business and loved to give to others. I especially loved doing creative projects with children and also entertaining my sister. She and I have always been close.
However, something started happening to me emotionally in my early teen years. I started getting paranoid and anxious. I drove myself hard to do well. I thought God was mad at me. My faith had always been a major part of my life, and I felt like God wanted me to do better. I slept in my bedroom closet in my sleeping bag to quiet my mind. I was tormented by intrusive thoughts and beliefs that hurt me.
My parents were concerned and drove me to a psychiatric hospital. The people who worked there were kind and understanding. One mental health worker, a man named Reggie, told me to go to my room’s mirror. He said, “Now look in the mirror and say one nice thing about yourself.” I will always remember that. At first, I was embarrassed. Then I realized I could say at least one kind thing towards myself.
I returned home. However, I continued to struggle. In 1994 after I graduated from high school, I was hospitalized again with a nervous breakdown. I was diagnosed with schizophrenia.
That began a series of many hospitalizations and turmoil for me and my mother and sister. My dad divorced my mom, and that added to the drama and trauma. At one point, I thought the voices were telling me to flush all my medication down the toilet of my apartment. I did, and I became psychotic and lost a lot of weight very quickly. One cold February night, I got in my car and drove to a nearby town. My car battery died. Thankfully there was a police officer who started my car. I sped back to the town where I lived. I was terrified and ranting.
My sister was worried about me. I had been calling offices and strangers and leaving wild messages. I called my pastor and a man I used to baby-sit for. I was experiencing hallucinations and delusions.
Laura drove from where she was working at the time, which was a couple of hours away. She sat in front of my bathroom door and pleaded calmly with me to go with my mom and her to a hospital in Kansas City. I didn’t know if I could trust her but I agreed.
At the hospital, my recovery journey began. I was put on wonderful medication that had just come out on the market. I was accepted and loved there at the hospital. My psychiatrist is the head of the inpatient psychiatric unit there, and he has been my doctor for thirteen years. I also see a social worker now who I have seen for thirteen years as well. Both of these wise men have influenced me and my recovery.
The journey that really made a huge difference in how I see myself is how I started to reach out to other folks with mental illness. I have traveled to share my story, and just offering hope to people in need of some light at the end of the tunnel has really blessed me.
I started a gift card drive for a local non-profit in my town that helps individuals experiencing mental illness. My sister and her husband participated, and the clients have been so happy and thankful.
There has been a way made for me through my participation in my treatment and also adopting an attitude of gratitude and giving back. I now have a passion and a drive to help those experiencing mental illness. I want to share my story. I want to shine a light. I want to help and reach out. After all, that gives me hope too.
About the Author: Rebecca Lyn Phillips is a published author, speaker, and mental health advocate. She regularly shares her story of trial and recovery to help others who need hope. She wants to shine a light on a dark subject and show that life can happen again.
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