My Story

Hey there. I’m 17 and an upcoming junior in high school. I’ve been in therapy since third grade and have been through two different therapists to treat my anxiety and depression. I had been doing pretty good until my freshman year of high school. I was struggling with belonging and often felt that I didn’t belong. I had recently started an antidepressant, but it wasn’t working. In the final month of the school year, my depression reached a new low. I had no friends, my abusive boyfriend at the time had broken up with me out of the blue, and I felt like I never should have been born. I planned a party on the last day of school, and planned to take my life the next day. My mom found out and I was hospitalized for a few days. I went to therapy more often, switched antidepressants and started to love my life (as cliche as it sounds). I’m two years out from that dark time, and I’m so grateful for my life. There are bad days, but there are also great days and great people who make life worth living. I’m still going to therapy, and I just keep living. I hope my story can help someone, and please know that recovery is possible

With love!