Personally, the term "mental health" was very unknown to myself and those around me years ago. You hear about people with "poor" mental health and "good" mental health, but what does that mean? I believe that there is no defining factor that puts one in either of these categories; everything is personal.
Over the past few years, I have gone through my fair share of ups and downs. In April of 2020, I was diagnosed with High Functioning Autism. This diagnosis was extremely confusing to me and my family. We pictured Autism in a specific way and I didn't fit in that category. I had to learn a lot about myself and this diagnosis to further understand myself and my struggles. More importantly, how Autism is very unique to everyone who has it.
Just like mental health, my diagnosis is personal; it isn't the same for everyone. There is no amount of triggers, stims, or ways of thinking that put me in the autistic category.
Later that year, I lost my best friend, my cat Mandy. She was 22 years young and lived a beautiful life. My parents rescued her when she was just a few weeks old. This means she was by my side my whole life. I never lived a day without Mandy by my side. So, naturally, losing her left a giant scar on my heart.
In the month following her passing, I was at the lowest point mentally than I have ever been. I felt very little except sadness. I wasn't motivated to do much. I would sit on my phone most days during my winter break. I didn't look forward to going back to school, even though I have always loved school. So, I talked to my doctor and was placed on an anti-depressant for the first time. I can't say that this helped me get through my struggles because I simply needed time. I needed to process Mandy's death.
Slowly, I got better. Only weeks after we lost Mandy, we adopted a kitten, Jazz. It feels like she instantly brought me this joy that I had been missing for weeks. Following her adoption, we found Cali, then, months later, Amber. Now, I am loved and supported by three beautiful, loving, and sweet animals.
These experiences truly shaped the way my brain dealt with pain, loss, and confusion. It wasn't easy and I know there is still much to learn, but I feel like I understand so much more. I understand what it is like to overcome a very personal and deep loss. I understand how I can learn more about myself and others based on both personal and external experiences. I know that I am not alone. And this all relates back to mental health. We, as humans, need to experience both the highs and lows in order to understand ourselves and be better for the world around us.
Overall, my ups and downs relating to my mental health changed my goals, relationships, and understanding of the world.
My goals became more helpful and understanding of situations other than myself. I began to want more out of life by wanting to experience as much as possible. My relationships with other began to seem more relatable and hopeful. I could feel more compassion and understanding for feelings that weren't mine. And my understanding of the world as a whole has dramatically changed. People are complex beings; there is so much inside of our brains, our bodies, that change throughout every individual. So, I have come to realize that it is important to learn as much as possible about others and yourself because there is an undefinable amount of different brain functions, emotions, feelings, and more that humans hold.