I've been through the rez school system and pretty much have the same or similar story as many of us Indigenous people do. Thankfully, I turned to culture, pow wow dancing.. and keeping myself busy, as mom always told us to do...
At 28 year old, I went running to my doctors office, afraid, but having to tell her that I thought there was something wrong with my brain. She said, 'why do you think there's something wrong with your brain Kathie?" I told her about the fast heart-rate,sweaty palms and absolute feelings of terror. So, that's how it all started, my journey of healing. Anxiety attacks, ending up in hospital three times thinking I was going crazy. they calmed me down, once with a a half a valium because I just could not calm down. I remember the doctor telling me to talk to my family doctor and ask to see a counselor. "A counselor? when there's something wrong with my brain???"
Well, it's funny now but back then .. 'whoah!'
We each have our own stories.. experiences.. yet our stories are the same when we go through our stuff.. We live, love, not exactly sure what we're doing sometimes. For some help is spiritual or counseling, treatment, keeping busy,venting, sharing. Anyway..we're just doing the best we can..
