Mental Health Check

Stay afraid, but do it anyway. What’s important is the Action. You don’t have to be confident. Just do it and the confidence will follow. Carrie Fisher

I always admired Carrie Fisher’s feisty, unapologetic spirit! She empowered and inspired little girls, in the 80’s like me with her role as Princess Leia. She was superbly funny in real life and a strong advocate for mental health! ❤️

It took a long time for me to call my anxiety/panic disorder a mental health issue because of the stigmas associated with using the label “mental health”. Over the years it was implied through movies and other outlets that someone (usually women) with mental health issues were crazy, incapable, irrational, prone to mental break downs/outbursts and likely to end up in some form of institutional care. These broad stroke perceptions of mental health have denied women proper treatment, caused many to suffer in silence and some to take their own lives.

In the words of Jessie J “it’s okay not to be okay” and it’s okay to ask for help! Having a mental health issue doesn’t mean you lack intelligence or that you’re weak and it definitely doesn’t mean you’re incapable of achieving personal goals or successes! I can’t tell you how many times people have assumed I can’t do something because of my “anxiety”, I have even been told I’m lucky my husband is a good guy and has stuck around for so long, as if I possessed no other qualities or worth. Those words definitely hurt, but more so showed me there is still a huge lack of understanding and support when it come to mental health.

If you have a mental health issue please make time talk with someone you trust and get the help you need. Know your worth! Surround yourself with people who don’t see your mental health as a hindrance of your abilities, because you need people you can be candid with, who will lift you and support you without judgement. It’s not easy and I’m not naive to the struggle!

So, I’ll leave you with something I journaled that is deeply personal, unfinished, evolving, but if it helps one person know they’re not alone it’s worth it…

I am not perfect…

I struggle with anxiety and depression and feeling like I’m failing. I struggle with not being able to fix things that are out of my control. I struggle to find purpose.

I struggle!

Some days those struggles leave me with nothing to give. I’m overwhelmed! I’m exhausted! I’m bruised and broken!

I struggle!

I struggle with fear and feeling not good enough, but I know those feelings are temporary and will pass.

I struggle, but…

there are also days I feel like super woman! I get things done! I crush it! I give one hundred and ten percent of myself to my family and others! I am faithful, loyal, trustworthy, loving, empathetic, creative and worthy!

I am enough!

What about my boobs?

Lately, in my social, bloggy circle there’s been a whole lot of talk about boobs! For instance, over at Boondock Ramblings she wrote Boob Magic and I’m about to talk about my boobs again, My sister over at If I Could Escape wrote Boobs and more.. , Sammanthia wrote a funny post called The early boob special, and then there was the notorious boob shot over at Notes from the sleep deprived, who knew they served melons with  So… I’ve decided my boobs need to be discussed too or at least I’d tell a few funny stories about them. ~grin~

Growing up my sister hated the fact that I had bigger boobs at 12 than she had at 16, something to which I was oblivious till we were much older.   However, since having three kids my sister boobs have closed the gap and mine have changed, from something I could’ve easily put in playboy, to two small planets that are headed for a collision with earth.  Seriously, if I wanted to go all “girls gone wild” on you I’d have to lift my pant legs, you could almost consider them nuts at this point.  Sigh! 


My sister and I have a yearly swimsuit ritual, go to the mall, pick out swimsuits we liked for the summer and pick out suits for each other that are way to small and/or provocative to try on.  My sister, without fail,  would always find some string bikini for me and she’d be doubled over in such fits of laughter as I did, what we called, the “the bounce test”  where you stand in front of the mirror and run in slow motion as if your Pam Anderson in an episode of Baywatch or do Charo’s “Cuchi, cuchi” 

You have to remember my sister’s also the one who thought it would be funny to try the pencil test,  you know the one in which you put a pencil under your breast, if it falls your boobs are in great shape and if it gets stuck you should see your plastic surgeon for a wee lifty.  Ummm… this test became the drinking glass test for me, it’s amazing what huge boobs can hold under them!  Put away your scalpel Dr. Rey, plastic surgeon to the stars, there’ll be no slicing and dicing here. OUCH!  The person who came up with that test must of been a man or a perky 32B.

While I’m on the subject of big boobs, why is it that department stores only carry cute, lacey bras for small breasted women.  I used to be a size 38DD which wasn’t too bad, but now when I tell the sales clerk I’m a  42G she always looks at me in disbelief like “Ohhhh you want that section!”  I’m then ushered to a dark corner of then lingerie department where there isn’t a bra on the wall that has less than six snaps and they all look like something you’d pull out of your great, great grandma’s drawer, not to mention everyone tends to look at you like your a circus freak.  I’ll admit there’s the occassional brand that tries to make a cute bra, but they never have enough suport in the strap and you end up looking like something off a Jerry Springer show.  So lingerie companies stop your construction! 

Next time your designing bras for bigger boobs please give me a call or send me an email I’d be happy to help you design a bra that’s sturdy yet still sexy.