Well, a few months later and here I am writing again.
I’ve recently gotten (mostly) back on my feet. Back in late January, I was diagnosed with OCD, depression, and anxiety. None of this really came a s a huge surprise to me. It did lead to some pretty massive changes in my life, made going to school an everyday battle, and caused me to push away some very important people.
Now that I am getting myself sorted back out and back on track, I’m beginning to realize things that I hadn’t been seeing before.
Number 1, I have an amazing family, and a handful of very understanding and loving friends. There were days where I would come home and be crying for reasons I couldn’t explain and having panic attacks and there weren’t any questions, simply hugs and quiet – which was exactly what I needed. One night, while we were hanging out and just doing our thing, I saw something that triggered a panic attack, and literally went to my room and curled into a ball on my floor crying. My room-mate and best friend came upstairs and held me and sat with me until I calmed down even though I protested. I cannot express enough how much those little things meant to me in that moment and still do now.
Number 2: People will lie. There were people who told me they would always be there, and that no matter what they would have my back. Sadly, I’ve come to see that this isn’t necessarily true. When the going gets tough, people get going. I’m still dealing with the shock (I can’t figure out how else to word it) of having someone that I trusted so much and that I thought cared about me walk away when I needed people the most. We haven’t spoken in months now, and it’s made me realize that things really can change out of nowhere, and that those who mean the most to you may not see you in the same light.
Number 3: It doesn’t matter how many therapy sessions you go to, how much support you have, or how many medications you take; if you aren’t willing to really work towards getting better, you won’t. I’m not saying these things don’t play a role, but without consciously telling yourself that you’re going to get better, you’re going to get out of bed, you’re going to start pushing your boundaries again, nothing will change. I’ve been dealing with depression since October, and until January I was very much on my own – I kept to myself and had it in my head that no one needed to know, that it was just a phase. Needless to say, that wasn’t exactly true. However, until I admitted to myself what was going on and until I decided that I wanted things to be different, I wan’t able to take any steps towards getting better.
Number 4: Admitting that you’re not okay, is okay. I had a really hard time reaching out to anyone. There was a point, January 28th to be exact, where I just couldn’t do it on my own any more. I had been skipping classes, postponing papers, cancelling job interviews, and basically just sleeping for hours and hours on end during the day and staying awake at night over-thinking. I needed help to get my life back in control and begin participating in life again rather than just scraping through it. I cannot stress enough that no matter how scary it is, telling someone what you’re going through and how you’re feeling is terrifying, but in order to take a step towards getting back to your old self, I believe it is an instrumental step.
Number 5: Those who stick with you through the bad times are the good ones. I can’t even begin to explain, here or to those people who I am referring to, how much their love, understanding, and support through these past few months has meant. I’m aware it wasn’t easy, and that there were days where I was downright unbearable to be around, but thank you for sticking around and bringing me back to this point. The people who are willing to see you through your darkest times should be the ones you share your brightest moments with.
This summer, I am working two jobs, writing a few articles for the school paper, and hope to be doing some volunteer work. Come September, my hope is to continue writing for the school paper, I am volunteering as a Frosh facilitator, and I hope to rush and consequently become part of a sorority. Things are looking up, and I’m feeling much more optimistic. I still have bad days, and still lie awake at night trying to figure out what went wrong, but I know that, sooner or later, I’ll come out of this and be okay.