I can’t believe I am writing this… Mostly because I know I would not have read this when I was going through my early returned-hood, but regardless. If someone can benefit from the things I had to learn the hard way, maybe it will be a little better for us all.
I returned at 6 months. I have a few mental illness challenges that have lasted throughout some-most of my life. In the mission field, these were more obvious and was placed on the wrong medication. The thing about medicating mental health is that it is a very tricky business. There are no blood tests you can take that show which drug will work best and because of that, I was put on a medication that was not beneficial for me. With these medications, there is a possibility that they will help you and a possibility that they will make everything worse.
In my case, the medication pushed me to a point that I had never experienced and ultimately my mission president and I decided the best thing I could do was to go home and get treatment. I was honorably released on September 26th 2017.
The weeks and months that followed were some of the hardest and darkest days of my life.
but here is the deal….
It. GeTs. BETTER. Slowly at first and then one day all at once. You are not forgotten. You are not less than any other returned missionary. In fact, you are doing something so strong, because you have to face so many new challenges.
In some ways, especially in medical cases, staying in the mission can be the easy way out, but you are doing something that takes guts. and because of this. I admire you.
You can do it.