Who I am
My name is
Stephanie Anne Allen and I am a recovered mental health patient. I suffer from symptoms of schizophrenia as
well as, but not limited to, depression, bipolar disorder, borderline
personality disorder, and schizoaffective disorder.
But I do not
let my mental health define me. I am so
much more. I am a kind, compassionate,
empathetic, determined, brave, and courageous individual who just happens to be
inflicted with mental illness. I am not
my illness. What I have suffered has
shaped and molded me into a much better version of myself.
What I do
I am a
quickly emerging self-published author.
I have written 10 books on mental illness. One of which is an intriguing memoir that is
rising the charts. The other 9 are self
help books that offer insight inspiration, encouragement, and tips on how to
cope.
Here is a
list of all my works that have inspired readers worldwide:
·
My
Mental Madness Memoir
·
How
to Survive Depression
·
How
to Survive Bipolar Disorder
·
How
to Survive Schizophrenia
·
How
to Survive Anxiety
·
How
to Survive Borderline Personality Disorder
·
How
to Survive PTSD
·
How
to Survive Schizoaffective Disorder
·
How
to Survive Eating Disorders
·
How
to Survive Addiction
www.amazon.com/author/allenstephanie
A
Troubled Past
I suffered
mental illness from a very early and tender age of 14. It presented itself first as clinical
depression. I went in and out of
hospitals (about one time each year) to receive additional diagnoses. I have been hospitalized over 20 times in my
life for mental health issues.
At the
hospital, the doctors would quickly put me on medications and release me. So, I would go home, and the symptoms would
return, and they seemed to get worse than the previous times.
It was so
bad that I ended up being incarcerated.
Upon being there, I had no idea where I was. I was living in a world I was completely
detached from. I had no basis for any
sort of reality.
If you want
to know in more detail about my past, please read My Mental Madness Memoir.
How I
recovered
My recovery
was a long and painful one. Long because
it took so many years to find a point where I was stable and wouldn’t
relapse. And painful because of all the
hurt I endured due to the illness itself and a few mental health professionals
who just didn’t seem to really care about those who were mentally ill.
I always
maintained a sense of hope. I always
told myself that it would get better. I
kept the faith in God and in myself. I
would never allow myself to quit. I
acknowledged that things would get better.
It wasn’t the end for me. I had
to trust in myself and the mental health professionals that surrounded me.
I am
worthy! I have purpose! I have a reason to be alive! I am not ever giving up!
My
Message of Hope
Recovery may
be extremely difficult, but it’s worth it.
Don’t give up. It’s easy for some
to say, but for someone like me it’s not, and it should be taken to heart. Life will get better. You may have relapses. But continue to seek treatment. And people may taunt and make fun of you but
let them. They have absolutely no idea
who you are or what you have been though.
You were given your individual life because God has an ultimate plan for
you. He is making you stronger for your
next mission in life. Trust and Believe.
