Month: February 2018

Worth Living Ambassador Beth Allen

Beth Allen is a Mental Health Advocate, and an active video blogger who aims to be informative, fun and truthful whilst showing life with Mental Illness. Having suffered in silence for 10 years with GAD, Emetophobia, Anorexia and Depression, Beth is 100% committed to showing the world that it’s okay to not be okay.

She will be a Guest Speaker at the Worth Connecting Forum this Wednesday at 3 pm AST. You can join the Form on facebook live ( worthlivingKA ).

In this video, Beth celebrates achieving 200 subscribers to her youtube channel. She also extends gratitude to some of the people who follow her channel. Lots of hope in this video! Please subscribe to Beth’s Youtube channel. Proud to have her on the WL Team of Advocates!

200 Subscribers! We Are More Than A Label

Worth Living Ambassador & Official DJ Scratchley Q

This week let’s kick back and listen to something soothing. A groove that’s smooth, the perfect combination of jazz and hip hop. Enjoy! – Scratchley Q

Worth Living Top 10 Countdown – Jazzy Hip Hop
10. Apollo – The Cancel

9. Bluestep – Gramatik (Emiljo A.C Remix)

8. Liquid – Driver

7. Alien Days – D3tails

6. Time Out – Comodo

5. Cue 1 – Roman Kouder

4. Climbing – Tom Misch

3. Lost and Found – Pretty Lights

2. Inside My Love – Blankets (The Greek XVRV Remix)

1. Priorities – OHD

Worth Living Ambassador Khrystle Rea

Khrystle Rea is a certified health and fitness coach who helps women kick anxiety to the curb naturally. She has gone from being fearful to fearless and now she shows others how to do the same. Khrystle has been on a life-long journey learning how to heal her emotions and live a truly balanced life. Her goal is to help others, so their journeys are not as long or tedious as her’s has been.

Just Because He is My Dad Doesn’t Mean He Belongs in My Life

When your parents divorce when you are only one years old, it is easy to grow up feeling a bit confused.

At a young age you are unable to understand what is happening.

All you see are mommy and daddy fighting. All you feel is the animosity between them.

It is easy to think it is my fault.

My parents divorced when I was one years old and for a few years after I would still see my dad. When I was nine it all stopped. Something changed. He disappeared. He no longer saw me, called me, wished me a happy birthday, and I had no idea where he lived.
How could someone who was responsible for me being created all of a sudden abandon me?

At one point he cared. At one point I was his world. At one point he was able to actually show me his love for me.

I felt abandoned and boy did it light a fire in my gut.

When I hit middle school my anger was full blown. I felt unworthy and I looked for it outside of myself. I attracted the wrong kind of attention because all I wanted was a father figure.

My idea of a dad was someone who supported me, came to my sports games, listened to me, connected with me; he would be around and remember my birthday.

It is the birthday thing that hits the hardest. He created me and when he sent emancipation papers a few days after I graduated college he put the wrong year. Talk about a stinger – at that point all I could do was laugh and think ‘this bozo doesn’t even know what year he had me.

For years my dad proved to me that he could never be what I wanted.

It took me a long time to realize that and stop wanting him to be something different.

I had to learn to accept him for who he was. Even to this day I think of him as a sperm donor more than anything else.

He was absent.

He couldn’t tell you anything about me.

If we were to pass each other on the street right now he probably wouldn’t even recognize me.

So what do you do in a situation like this?

How do you move past it when you can’t even talk to the person you are in a conflict with?

And if you do have a chance to talk to them, they do not have the ability to have the conversation you are seeking.

You heal on your own.

For majority of my life, this has been the issue that has hurt me the most.

I have spent hours and hours in therapy and using alternative healing practices to heal.

The feeling of abandonment and not being wanted.

How could my own father not want me?

It stings, even today.

But I have learned how to rephrase it in my mind.

I see who he is and how he will never be what I wish he could be.

I accept him for who he is and I am grateful that he gave me life.

Everything he has done has allowed me to become who I am now.

And I know he loves me, but in his own kind of way.

The anger has been the most challenging to let go of.

What has worked best for me is writing my dad letters expressing all I need to say and ripping them up. This takes the thoughts out of my body. Ripping up the paper keeps me from going back and mulling over it all. Once it is written and ripped up, it is done. I stop thinking about it.

Underneath all the anger is a deep sadness. I am sad at the loss of the relationship.

I was once his everything and now I am his nothing.

To make it better, he is connected with my other two siblings who have a different mom than I do.

It is challenging to not take it personally and I always feel that there is something wrong with me.

I have learned though there is nothing wrong with me.

I didn’t do anything. It isn’t my fault.

He is human too and he is limited.

How I feel is all my perception.

I have accepted that we are not meant to have a relationship in this lifetime.

The last time we spoke was maybe in 2012 and that may only have been through text messages.

As I have learned to love myself, I now realize that in order to protect my emotional well- being I really can’t be connected to my father. The door is never shut, so I have no doubts I will talk/see him again in the future, but for now I am okay with how things are.

Just because he is my dad doesn’t mean he belongs in my life.

Fully accepting that was huge for me.

Worth Living Ambassador Linda Dias Menezes

I would like to start by introducing myself. My name is Linda Dias Menezes and I have epilepsy, however epilepsy does not define me.
I am also a wife a mother, a mentor, an ambassador, a support group facilitator, a Psychology Honors Student at the University of South Africa and an advocate for mental health and epilepsy.

I am a founding member and chairperson of Epilepsy Awareness SA an NPO aimed and spreading Epilepsy Awareness in South Africa.

The Month of Love and St. Valentine.

Saint Valentine (Italian: San Valentino, Latin: Valentinus), officially Saint Valentine of Terni,[2] is a widely recognized 3rd-century Roman saint commemorated on February 14 and since the High Middle Ages is associated with a tradition of courtly love.(Wiki-pedia)
February is commonly known in some countries as the month of love. Suicides typically spike during the holidays and of course Valentine’s Day. Love is all around us on Valentine’s Day, it’s on the radio, it’s on the TV, it’s in shopping malls, and even in the classroom and office. It really makes it obvious of the relationship you have with yourself and others.

Depression has a strong link to suicide. Feeling unloved or unworthy of love can be a strong contributing factor to suicide on or near Valentine’s Day. You are not alone! Being with yourself on Valentine’s Day has its perks you just need to look for them. It’s all a matter of perception ♥

Going out with friends and family is the obvious one and usually what most single people do even though what you really want to do is just hide away at home in your own space! There are many other ways to share, give and receive love this Valentine`s Day. Volunteering has such good benefits whether you single or in a relationship.

I volunteer whenever I can and the benefits far outweigh any small sacrifices I may make to get there. By volunteering, I have learned so much not only about the organizations I have volunteered at or the people I have helped but about myself as well.

Everyone is different. Whether you love animals and would like to volunteer at an animal shelter or at a children’s home or a retirement village, the sky really is the limit. Many organizations are looking for volunteers to paint buildings and help with painting and the upkeep of facilities. If you are creative and have a love of painting and making murals, imagine your art work on a wall at an organization or community hall in your area. The amazingly positive feelings you get from volunteering really are indescribable and will surprise you. Smaller studies have shown and proven that 6% percent of people who volunteered in the last twelve months said that volunteering has made them feel healthier; 94% of people who volunteered in the last twelve months said that volunteering improved their mood and overall wellbeing; 78% said that volunteering lowered their stress levels; 96% reported that volunteering enriched their sense of purpose in life; and 80% of them feel like they have control over their health. About a quarter of volunteers in the study reported that their volunteer work has helped them manage a chronic illness by keeping them active and taking their minds off of their own problems. Volunteers have better personal scores than non-volunteers on nine well-established measures of emotional wellbeing including personal independence, capacity for rich interpersonal relationships, and overall satisfaction with life. Volunteering also improved their mood and self-esteem. Making a difference by volunteering really makes a change more in your life than the organization you are volunteering at. Volunteering can have a real and valuable positive affect on people, communities, and society in general.

Through volunteering, you network and meet a variety of people, people you would not normally meet. Volunteering can help you meet different kinds of people and even possibly make new friends.

By being part of a community, volunteering can help you feel part of something outside of your “normal” day to day; outside of your friends, family, and social circles. You also learn new skills, gain experience, and sometimes even qualifications. What skills do you have that you may overlook? Are you a great painter, can you play an instrument, are you good at organizing and coordinating? Take on the challenge.

Through volunteering you can challenge yourself to try something different, something new. It is possible to even achieve personal goals, practice using your skills, and discover hidden talents you may not have realized you had. Most of all! Have fun! Volunteering brings its own sense of fulfillment many of the people I have met over the years genuinely have a great time, regardless of what the reason may be of why they do it.

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY! -YOU ARE ENOUGH!

I look forward to hearing from you and your volunteering experience.

Kindest Regards, Linda Dias Menezes Twitter: @diaslr Instagram: epilepsyawarenesssa Facebook: EpilepsyAwarenessSA Email: epilepsyawarenesssa@gmail.com Website: www.easa.org.za

Worth Living Ambassador Beth Allen

Hey everybody! This week began Self Care Fortnight – so what better time than now to share those things that help us with our mental health?!

Mental Health Favourites

Worth Living Ambassador & Official DJ Scratchley Q

To each person mental illness is different, it feels different. If you could pick one song that portrays what mental illness feels like to you, what would that song be? Here are 10 songs that I feel explain mental illness and how mental illness feels on a day to day basis. Enjoy! – Scratchley Q

10. I Go To Extremes -Billy Joel

9. Hate Myself – Blue October

8. Our Bipolar Friends – Johnny Foreigner

7. I’m So Tired – Beatles

6. Modern Chemistry – Motion City Soundtrack

5. Hold On – Good Charlotte

4. Car Radio – Twenty One Pilots

3. Manic – Plumb

2. Take Me As I Am – Tonic

1. Manic – Coleman Hell

Worth Living Ambassador Lesya Li

Lesya is a notorious insomniac, avid book reader, psychology nerd and #techforgood cheerleader. She runs http://www.havingtime.com– a digitally native story magazine and worldwide human-centric community that’s all about storytelling, personal development, well-being, mindfulness; supporting #mentalhealth – #oktosay initiatives.

How to Start Feeling Confident, Worthy, and Relevant Again

“The outer conditions of a person’s life will always be found to reflect their inner beliefs.” – James Allen

I was walking down the street feeling stunningly empty. No thoughts were rushing through my forever busy mind. No feelings were attached. I felt nothing at all. The kids were laughing loudly in Hyde park chasing each other; it was sunny and warm. The spring was in its full swing, and I could feel all the smells of blooming pink trees and flowers feeling my nostrils with each desperately taken breath. I was breathing it all in… and yet I felt nothing.

Aliveness and its delicious electricity that used to run all through my veins and every cell of my being seized to show up! I was walking down the street feeling a bit lost and out of place. It was crowded, like never before and yet I felt lonely. I felt isolated. Alone with myself.

“What time is now” – some stranger asked passing by. “It’s time to live (out loud “ – I responded. He raised his eyebrows in mere disbelief and then kept on walking probably thinking I was a manic street preacher about to jump into a meaningful conversation… a meaningful conversation – something that often seems to be so out of place these days…… these days – when it’s “best” to keep yourself under cover of perpetual gladness filtered beyond recognition in one of those apps we tend to be so fond of… to share our daily lives, where in fact, we share nothing at all, nothing at all. How can I live my life out loud turning into a legend when I don’t even feel alive? How could I be a guide, a mentor to so many people reaching out to me, trying to follow my vision, when am lost and not even sure when am going?

“Follow your bliss, Follow your heart”– I see so many posters like that almost every minute knocking on heavens doors, rushing through, trying to get to us via notifications on our locked screens, getting through our locked hearts, knocking on our windows at night when we lie awake in bed forgetting what it’s like to find peace and have a good night sleep. Follow your bliss?! What does it even mean? Where do you find bliss when you even can’t bare a thought of getting out of bed in the morning every so often?! Is this a joke – you reckon?

Have you ever felt irrelevant? No matter the past and circumstances that are swirling around you right now – have you ever felt THAT? How do you validate your relevance? Who’s there to judge? The truth is, no matter how worthless I feel, no matter how worthless you feel too, we were placed here for a damn good reason! A good reason indeed. Think about it for a second. Tell your sh**ty thoughts that tell you otherwise to shut the hell up! Think about your relevance

…in case your mind is playing tricks on you today: You matter. You’re important. You’re loved. Your presence makes a difference.

Think about the lives that you’ve touched. The lives that you’ve influenced. Think about the conversations you’ve had that might have been a life turning to the others that had a privilege to hear you speak out loud… think about the courage you have that sparked up that beautiful gift you came here to share… What is it? THAT’S what makes you relevant.

The lives that you touch of simply being THERE. Being present in the moment, listening, giving your time, listening patiently, encouraging, participating, being. There. Right now. The NOW is the only thing that we share and is the only thing that we truly have in common, no matter the past and the backgrounds we all came from.

Think of the now. Think deeply. What makes YOU come alive? What brings your life that extra kick of spice that makes you bolt right out of your bed each morning anticipating to seize the new day? What is your passion? Look no further – just look deeper inwards, into your beautiful and unique heart. Beating so relentlessly… Touch it, feel it beating, then share it when you are ready.

Worth Living Ambassador Jessie Fawcett

Hello, my name is Jessie and I’m a first-year student attending Ryerson University to obtain a Bachelor’s Degree in Social Work. I am dedicated to being able to work in a juvenile detention centre in order to help aid youths who are struggling with their own lives. Mental health has always had a huge impact on my life and I’m finally starting to be able to share my story in hopes to help others who are also struggling with the same issues as well as shedding some light onto mental health.

Depression isn’t about being sad all of the time. It’s about not being able to feel anything but feeling absolutely everything at the same time. It’s crying for no reason. It’s not showering for days because you just don’t have the energy. It’s sleeping 15 hours a day and still feeling tired. It’s having your body constantly aching and nothing to help the physical nor emotional pain subside. It’s about being constantly angry at the world but especially at yourself, having the smallest things like dropping a spoon or a friend canceling plans on you, sending you into a blind rage. It’s about wanting to just let go.

The Thorn that Built the Rose

When I was twelve my parents got a divorce. It’s not a big deal, right? Forty-five percent of marriages end in divorce so it’s not as though I’m the only one to ever have gone through this type of situation. However, it was the beginning of such a dark ride for me. I was required to adjust to a life where I didn’t live with my mom. My brother, sister, and I were in your standard broken home. But during my thirteenth year, my perspective on life began to change. All I could see was darkness. I felt the bone shattering feeling of being alone. The silence that surrounded me was so intensely numbing that it was almost deafening at the same time.

Depression is an incredibly odd illness. It’s as though what is suffocating you is caused by always feeling alone but the only thing that you want to do is to be alone. People try and make the effort to hangout but all you can do is push them away to avoid inflicting more pain onto yourself. At least, that’s how it worked for me anyway. I stopped leaving the house, I stayed in my room all of the time, and I hardly ate. Eating was the one thing in my life that I had control over.

People began to become increasingly worried because I wasn’t leaving the house and I seemed to be losing weight. I didn’t care. Self-destruction seemed to be my coping mechanism for the longest time. It wasn’t much different at school neither. I always secluded myself from the other students. I spent my lunch break alone a lot of the time during grade 9 and 10. I didn’t participate in any school activities nor extracurricular ones. My teachers came up to me quite often asking if I was alright and why I was so quiet. They could see something that I couldn’t; that I was fading away to nothing. I was so mortifyingly consumed in self-loathing that it became all that I could think about. I wanted the darkness to go away, I wanted the pain to stop. I felt like nobody cared for me, that I didn’t matter, and that people would be better off without me around to add darkness to every room that I walked into.

My teachers saw something else in me that I couldn’t and that I still have trouble seeing to this day, talent. One of my teachers saw true potential in me in the art of theatre and writing. Unfortunately, when the depression became increasingly worse I stopped writing. Also, due to the generalized anxiety disorder I was unable to go in front of others and demonstrate the theatrical talent that my teacher saw in me. Theatre was something that ignited a spark in me. Every aspect of me changed, according to my teacher. My face lit up like the night sky filled with glistening stars and it felt like my voice could echo through the mountains. But the paralyzing anxiety that I faced made me unable to show everyone else what I was able to do. So, instead of shining like the night sky, the darkness came and shadowed that too.

Suddenly, fate stepped in. I found a best friend, someone who acted like a mother to me. She saw my potential too. I opened up to her about everything; my pain, my self-destruction, the entirety of my darkness. She stood by me and she pushed me to get help. I was petrified of getting help, of letting someone into my head so intimately. I was afraid of being labelled crazy or ill or even worse, of being hospitalized. It was one of the most challenging things that I have ever had to accomplished in my life. But that’s the thing, I did accomplish it. It took time, it took tears, it took pain, and it took humility. Fortunately, it was worth it. I was able to find myself again; I was able to start seeing a speck of light once again. Even though it took me nearly five years to get help, I was able to.

During my recovery, I was required to do things in order to combat my depression but also face my anxiety. My friend made me join the school theatre club, so I could face my anxieties of crowds as well as show my true colours on stage. The feeling after a show is so mystifying. There is the utmost feeling of pride when you see all the people that you care about in the crowd cheering you on, especially seeing the person there that pushed you to do it in the first place. She also pushed me to join several different sports and school activities. Of course, those achievements did not come without a fight, however. Regardless, they were still accomplishments.

I think my greatest accomplishment in high school was graduating and being my classes valedictorian. I spoke from the heart and I gave it my all. I never thought I would be able to make it to graduation let alone speak on behalf of my class. But thanks to my amazing teachers and best friend for pushing me so hard I was able to do that. I would not be where I am without them.

I am pursuing a career in social work to hopefully help adolescents who are struggling and whom have made the wrong decisions turn their thorn into a beautiful rose too. The pain that I was enduring seemed never ending. I didn’t think I would be able to survive it. But after everything that I conquered my friend would say the same thing to me, “you survived.” And that is exactly what I did.

To commemorate that, I got the words you survived in her handwriting tattooed on my collarbone to remind myself every day that life is worth fighting for, recovery is possible, and that no matter how alone you feel, you never are. I turned my thorn into a rose too.

Worth Living Ambassador Beth Allen

Beth, “This week is all about raising awareness for Health Anxiety. It’s one of the many topics around mental health that isn’t often spoken about. It is a real THING!”

Worth Living Ambassador & Official DJ Scratchley Q

With Valentine’s Day just around the corner, I thought why not set the mood with some songs about love. These just might be some of the most romantic love songs of all time. Enjoy! – Scratchley Q

Worth Living Top 10 Countdown – Country Love Songs

10. Your Man – Josh Turner