I can’t tell you how often I used to tell myself that I couldn’t do something. I had no confidence in myself or in my abilities to do anything. No one else was telling me this. I was self sabotaging and I didn’t know it. I couldn’t see that my greatest enemy was me.
On December 4, 2011, after attempting to overdose on over-the-counter drugs, I was not thrilled to still be alive. Three years later, I am happy to be here. This is the story about the day that changed my life.
Strength is not defined as the lack of weakness; strength is defined as the ability to overcome weakness. We are all human and we all have weak moments, but this does not mean we are not strong. It took me a long time to learn this.
We all want to help our friends who are struggling with mental illness, but this can be tough especially if you are dealing with your own mental health issues. Too often people think that their experiences mental illness are the same as yours, and that just is not true. Everyone is different and everyone struggles differently. Here are some tips to help you be there for your friends and take care of yourself.
For many loss survivors, like me, the yearly International Survivors of Suicide Loss Day is important. Two years ago I watched the Survivors Day webcast alone in my living room and began to understand that I was anything but alone.
The strongest metal is forged from the hottest fire. I see the fire as a symbol for a crucible, or any type of trial in your life. Having the will to survive your crucible will make you into the strongest metal. My crucible was my depression.
Going to college and away from everything you’ve ever known is stressful. For someone with anxiety, like me, it can feel even more overwhelming and challenging. Here are some tips to stay calm when you feel anxious, they work for me.
Walking through Seattle to raise awareness for the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention was amazing. It helped me to overcome my insecurities about talking to others about my depression and anxiety. I may have started the walk alone, but I left with great new friends and a feeling that I could conquer anything.
My depression caused the lens through which I saw everything to crack and break . This broken lens fractured how I felt about the world and how I felt about myself. I thought I was broken and defective. But, just because you are looking through a broken lens does not mean that you are broken.
All we knew was that my Uncle Jaay was gone. It took me a while to come to terms with his suicide. Eventually, I realized I wanted to honor his death and do something to help others.