Today I have decided to share my story with you all. I began suffering from depression and suicidal thoughts in my mid-teen years. This also included self-harm. I had been in therapy for years and lived with a parent in the mental health field. Nobody knew. I finally spoke up, continued therapy and was put on antidepressants. I am thankful every day that I sought help.
I am now 27 years old and have been off of the medication for many years. Knowing that this is something I will have to deal with my whole life, I still seek counseling in my most trying of times. In my 20s I have experienced a close family member’s mental health issues (drug addiction and depression), the suicide of another close family member, the suicide of an old friend, and the repercussions of all of the above. I refuse to let my own depression define me. I have made a choice to take on a career for myself in the mental health profession. I hope that I can help save and/or change lives…even if it is just one.
My hopes for those who need help…seek help. It is not an easy conversation by any means, but there are resources out there. Use them. Your loved ones would much rather you come to them for help than to attend your funeral. Every life matters, yours and mine.