Supporting Mental Health in Greater Moncton

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Books are good until February 28/2021.

My Recovery Journey

File Size: 407 kb (width: 500 x height 664)Crystal Kenny

What does it mean to recover from a mental illness? Is it even possible? If recovery is possible, who decides how to define it? Is it the person with the diagnosis; the mental health professionals; the family members; perhaps the community or some combination of all of these? A great deal of attention has been given to this topic because the truth for many with mental illness is that it is not like having any other medical disorder.

My journey began in 2011. The first time I got sick was at the age of 29. I knew something was wrong and that I needed help. My first trip to the emergency room was unsuccessful, however my second trip with the support of my mother resulted in me seeing a psychiatrist, having a diagnosis and starting a regime of medications. Being told that I had Schizoaffective Disorder was not what I wanted to hear. Over a period of three years, I would stop my medication, become more symptomatic and inevitably be hospitalized each time. I didn’t want to take the medication because I thought it was going to kill me.

During my last hospitalization, I had no place left to go, nowhere I could call home. They wanted to send me to a special care home; however I knew this was not the answer. I was not looking for staff to do daily living skills for me. I needed to take charge and get back on my feet. The social worker at the hospital contacted Alternative Residences and my journey to mental well being and stability began. I moved to Transition House on June 12, 2014. After a year of hard work, not only on myself but working part time as well, I moved out of Transition House. On July 1, 2015, I moved into a shared apartment with A.R.A. As of January 31, 2017, I am in my own one bedroom apartment with Alternative Residences Alternatives. If it wasn’t for Alternative Residences, I don’t know where I would be today.