When I was 14 I started having rapid mood swings and began participating in self-destructive behaviors. I was barely eating, getting too much or not enough sleep, engaging in dangerous behavior, and countless other forms of self-destructive behavior. By Spring of my freshman year of high school, I was drinking every day to numb out the way I felt, whether it was debilitating depression or feeling like I was on top of the world. I was put into therapy at age 15, but no one could understand why i was the way I was. My relationship with my family, all except for my brother, deteriorated. I spent years battling these mood swings while trying to stay sober and get help. Unfortunately, not much was working and I was losing hope. By the time I was 19, I was mentally and physically exhausted. I had tried to commit suicide about ten times. I was then recommended to an intensive outpatient program and I was finally diagnosed with Bipolar Type 1, OCD, CPTSD, and ARFID. For the first time in my life, I felt like I could finally address my problems and find solutions that would stick. I was finally put on a medication that worked for me and began addressing past traumas in order to heal. I have bee out of treatment for some time and realize the importance of getting help when you need it the most.
My beliefs have been strongly impacted by my struggles with my mental health. In my times of need, I learned the importance of having a community around you that truly cares about you. Because of this, I put an immense amount of effort into being there for my friends and family when they need it most so they never feel alone.
As someone who is Bipolar, my relationships can take the biggest hit. In times of mania, I can say things I really don't mean and in times of depression, I can be unresponsive. While my diagnosis impacts my relationships, they are the most important thing to me. I have to actively make an effort to maintain my relationships. I have developed systems with my closest friends to ensure I am held accountable, but can still get the support I need. For example, my best friend and I have a code word system in place so that when I am manic or depressed, I can take a few days off to recuperate and she knows it is nothing personal. I tell my brother of my warning signs of an incoming episode so that he can act accordingly. As I stated earlier, the importance of community is apparent to me.
My career goal is to be a speech pathologist. Although this is not mental health related, I still want to help people. My niece, who has been an anchor for me in my toughest times, has a speech impairment and it motivated me to seek out a profession where I can help children like her.