Honestly, my mental health is a struggle not only for me but my family as well because they see me hurting and want to help. But it’s nothing physically wrong with me that can be covered up with a bandage. It’s something that is hard to fix and even harder to overcome. I think we need to be able to talk about our mental health without fear of being judged. I know when I talk about it openly with some people they give me strange looks and it scares people off sometimes but they obviously were not meant to be in my life.
It is has taken me till now because I have had anxiety since I was in about grade three, that is the first time I remember an anxious memory. In grade five, I would wake up in the middle of the night absolutely terrified and wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep unless my mom was up. Grade nine I hated myself. Grade ten I was diagnosed with anxiety and wanted to end my life. Things do get better, it takes time, a lot of time but it does get better. Or you get better at coping with it.
Yet here I am writing this for random people to read on the internet because there needs to be a change. And I want to be part of that change.