“Since the age of thirteen I have struggled with anxiety and depression. Only seeking help once when forced to speak with the guidance counselor at the young age of fourteen. And that one day had no effect on my health what so ever, the counselor could care less. She didn’t tell my parents which could be because it’s confidential but she never had a follow up with me nor did she get me help elsewhere.
So, I’ve been fighting these illnesses solo, never letting anybody in to figure out what is going on in my head…mainly because I don’t even know myself. I’ve had horrible days, however when my day is going good I know it won’t last, so I tend to be extra grateful on those days. I’m now eighteen years old and about to get the help I’ve been desperately needing for the last 5 years of my life. I am scared, nervous and overall anxious just because of who I am as a person. However, I’m so glad that my mother spoke up on my behalf to seek the help that I deserve, and for that I will be forever grateful. I will cherish my good days and let the bad days teach me not take over me.”
Anonymous post. Thanks for sharing!