I already have MH diagnoses, but I am finding my bush fire experience hard to get over. I am a carer of 3 with disabilities and I had an evacuated house guest who is medically fragile at the moment when we were evac'd ourselves on New Years Eve. I look like I am holding up, but even now I am hiding the butterflies under every inch of my skin, the nightmares, the sleeplessness, the tears, the terror. We had another bad day full of warnings yesterday and the sense of doom is destroying me.
I have to be the strong, capable one, and I am failing. The surrounding community agog with desperation, loss and suffering, I feel trapped within my home, that now feels unsafe as we came so close. I had to drive to a medical appointment, yesterday, through devastation, black and tragic, and I cried the whole way, silent tears just escaping no matter how brave I wanted to be.
Being regional, in a community already lacking adequate support for mental health issues, it feel incredibly selfish to put a hand up and admit to feeling this fragile and needy. I am one of the lucky who lived and still has a home, but I feel desperately unequal to the process of keep on keeping on ...