I have a younger brother that is currently dealing with mental illness and it has been a difficult journey. It started with his depression and this led to drug use and suicide attempts. My uncle died from suicide and his struggles with mental illness. It impacts a lot of families and mental health resources are lacking for people. I hope to change this.
I have written an essay titled, "The Escape," to tell my story of how it has impacted my life and the members of my family. Even though this is not the journey I would have chosen, it has helped shape who I am, my goals, and how I view the world. I am grateful for the good that has come out of this. I am excited about how my view of the world has changed and how all of this has given me a strong desire to help change the world in a positive way. If I can help one person, I have succeeded. But my goal is much higher than that.
The Escape
Hiding in my room, trying to escape is part of my past. Hardships and strife over the past few years caused me to lock up my passions and my bedroom door to escape what was going on outside. It started in the summer of 2019, we moved to a new town and a new school. I was going into the 10th grade. I have a twin brother and we have a younger brother that was going into the 9th grade. My younger brother started feeling depressed about not fitting in at our new school. He was also having problems dealing with my parent's divorce. To deal with this, he became involved with the wrong people and this led him down a dark path of drugs, violence, and several attempted suicides. This has lasted for over two years. One day we were all close and the next day I was hiding in my room trying to hide. Even the shut door couldn't stop the noises or the pain of knowing what my mother was dealing with and knowing that my little brother’s innocence was gone.
I began to feel helpless. I felt like I wasn’t good enough for people because I couldn’t help my family. My brother was using vapes first, then pot then harder drugs, and quickly began to have episodes of screaming and damaging property in our house. I remember a time my mom had my brother’s room painted. Something triggered him and he punched a giant hole in the wall that night and I heard my mom crying. He was like a wild animal and all I could do was hide. I didn’t feel safe in my own home, none of us were safe, especially my brother.
I finally thought we had found him somewhere to help; he went to a wilderness program in Utah. This was probably the hardest decision my mom has ever made. But in order to keep us safe and to get my brother help, she had to do it. Since October 2019 he has been in and out of treatment centers and in and out of our lives. It's been horrible. However, my brother is currently doing much better and has gotten a lot of mental health help over the past two years. We are cautiously optimistic that he is coming out of this. We know he will struggle with depression and addiction and that he will always need our support. We will be there for him.
So, what good has come from this? Let's talk about that. To escape from my room, I did two things that will stand out in my mind as life-changing experiences. I began to learn and participate in martial arts training, and I applied to be a volunteer intern at the NC Aquarium.
My mom used to take my brothers and me to the aquarium all the time when we were little. So, to work at an aquarium has been amazing! I loved educating the visitors, answering their questions, and seeing them interact with the exhibits. It also helped me feel good again and to be out of the house and interact with people. My martial arts training has been good for me too. It’s astonishing how it not only increases physical ability but also even more important it helps with self-discipline and confidence. I have been attending training sessions 2-4 times a week since that first session. I just tested and received my black belt.
Through martial arts training and the aquarium, I’ve had tremendous personal growth, gained confidence, learned how to interact with people, set goals for myself, learned self-discipline and the value of hard work. I have also learned the power of prayer. This was my escape.
This is the good that has come from the bad. I have learned never to give up and never to judge. I have learned that I want to help people during my lifetime. I am not sure in what capacity yet, but just knowing that you never know if someone is dealing with mental illness themselves or with a family member.
It makes my heart hurt knowing others are struggling and they may not know how to escape yet. My understanding of the world is not as innocent as it used to be. But that's okay. I feel ready to go out into the world and make a difference. I feel ready to form relationships with people that may need to hear my story or may need someone to talk to. I am ready for college and to see the doors that my open to help me carry out my goals.
I am sorry for the loss of your mother and the darkness you must have felt and still feel. I hope that because of people like you that are helping bring awareness to mental health and suicide, it will help others. Thank you.