How My Mental Illness Helped Me Find The Love Of My Life

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Mental illness is something that has affected me throughout most of my life; it’s just that I never really knew what ‘normal’ was, so I didn’t know anything was wrong until I reached my twenties.

I’ve always been a high achiever, but I’m also a real perfectionist about things; anything from the way I look, to how I might perceive someone’s comments. I always tried to be the best; not because I wanted to be better than everyone else, but because I felt like I was never good enough.

Despite being the outgoing girl who was always full of smiles, and was friends with everyone, everything I did was plagued by the constant voice in my head which told me I just wasn’t good enough. And I was completely unable to talk about how I felt. I was scared to tell anyone throughout school, university and later work, in case I would be judged or my prospects hindered. But one Christmas Eve, in my mid-twenties, my mum realized she had to do something, and booked me an appointment with my General Practitioner.

By this time, I had everything any young woman my age could ask for; I had made a successful start to my career, acquired a collection of lovely shoes and handbags, fostered a fun loving group of friends and was always the life and soul of the party. But on the inside, I was willing myself not to be here anymore.

In true ‘me’ style, I turned up to the GP appointment with my makeup perfectly done, wearing a nice outfit and not a hair out of place, because I couldn’t face stepping outside the house without that protection. I was sent away with a prescription for the anti depressants of the moment, told there was a long waiting list for counseling, and was left with the feeling I would just have to continue plodding along.


I was terrified of admitting there was something wrong with me


But after a few months, I finally decided to make use of my private health care. So I gatheredĀ up the courage to put a call through, and was given an appointment two days later to go to the Priory to see a psychiatrist. There, I was diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder and Mixed Depression and Anxiety, and was initially admitted as a day patient for two weeks.

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I was terrified of having to tell work why I wouldn’t be in, because it meant admitting there was something wrong with me. But they were very understanding, and off to the Priory I went.

I’ll admit, I was naive about it. I thought two weeks as a day patient would wave some kind of magic wand, and that I was going be ‘cured’. Well, it didn’t work like that, and after the initial two weeks I was taken in for a month as a residential patient for intensive treatment.

It was during this time that I met Tunde. At the Priory, you get given a timetable of sessions to go to, not dissimilar to school, and Tunde just happened to be in the same group therapy session as me. He was in the Priory as a day patient, recovering from depression, and so he only seemed to pop in and out occasionally.

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Eventually we became friendly with each other, and then one day….

….to be continued in the next post.

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  1. The mental health issue is really something that needs to be given more attention in Nigeria. Many shy away from it. However, this is an interesting story!! I await the rest of it.

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