I have struggled with mental health since I was a teenager. I got diagnosed with depression and anxiety when I was 13 years old. I'm sure it stemmed from constant bullying and low self-worth. I got on medication to help my extreme low times to even out some. I still struggled threw high school with bullying and suicidal thoughts. I got put on different medication and graduated, which seemed to help a lot, being out of that constant negative atmosphere. I had a whole new outlook on life once I was out of high school, I found a group of people that understood what I went there and how it shaped me, they helped me understand I was worth more than what other people thought. I started trusting people and growing thriving relationships. This period in my life was one of growth. When I was twenty-four, I got married, and my husband joined the military. I did not cope well with him being gone all the time, and my mental health spiraled out of control. I finally went to the doctor and got diagnosed with Bi-Polar One on top of my depression and anxiety. They put me on several medications and referred me to a therapist. That helped some. I learned new coping skills, and how to talk about feelings threw and process changes in my life better. Life however had more negative things coming for me. I had to move to a new place with my husband and leave my support system behind, on top of that my mom passed away. My mental health was so bad at that point. I was struggling to exist at that point, my husband was on high alert with me, I started shutting people out because I thought I was just gonna be a burden to them. After what seemed forever I finally got to see a therapist, I got to talk it out like I needed to, and I got new tools to use for coping with this big life shift. It took a good year to get back to a place where I felt like living again. I would say there is so much stigma around taking medications and therapy, don't listen to it, get help if you need it. I would say I learned to value friendships and that the world isn't the worst place to be and some people love me, they are on my side, even if I don't think they are. I learned that the smallest goal of taking your meds and journaling is a big deal. There is never a goal too big or small to shoot for. I learned that I can stop living even if my mom is gone, she would want me to thrive and keep going to school tell I get the career I want, and to be happy as I can. I learned that just because I have depression, bipolar, and anxiety, doesn't make me any less of a person, in fact, it makes me stronger.