When I was in high school, and at the peak of my own personal struggle with depression, I couldn't fathom going to university. Depression hit me hard, and I went form a 4.0 student to barely passing my classes, and with little outside support, I couldn't understand what was happening to me. My family also does not think much of mental health, so I hadn't even considered therapy. At the time, I was also struggling with disordered eating, which went hand in hand with my depressive episodes.
Because of this time period, I was no longer interested in pursuing my education, and I didn't. I took time off and worked until I was 21; I graduated in 2015 and did not go back to school until 2018. I went to community college, and I felt much better about my classes, until I started feeling burn out. At this time, I still hadn't actually reconciled with my own mental health, and it wasn't until I found myself struggling still in 2019 that I sought help from outside my friends and family.
After I began to see a therapist, I finally had answers and possible solutions to help me cope with my depression. However the many years I spent unmotivated, tired, and confused did not come without consequence. I struggled to maintain any friendships throughout or after high school, as I often would rather lay in bed than engage with others. This lead to many short lived friendships, and although I knew I should be putting more effort into my relationships, I simply couldn't--and I was not sure why. Before beginning therapy, I was lost and unmotivated, and because of this I did not want to pursue my education or meaningful friendships, as I often felt let down or disappointed by their outcomes.
However, after starting and continuing therapy, I have been able to learn proper coping mechanisms, and due to this my goals have changed. I went from unmotivated to the top of my class for my major, and I am being awarded for this achievement. I also have plans to continue my education into graduate school, having been accepted already. I also have close friends that I was able to properly express my mental health concerns to, and they are empathetic, understanding, and encouraging of my goals and mental health. Depression can make the world seem bleak and hopeless at times, and I remember feeling as though I drew the short stick in life. This is still a struggle, as my depression is chronic and persistent, therefor I must manage, not cure, my illness. I learned that these thoughts, while okay to have, should not be a ruling factor in my life. Instead, as part of my therapy, I do my best to look at what I do have, and to analyse bad days from an objective perspective, instead of immediately blaming myself or others.
Overall, I think my mental illness stalled my progress for a while, and had I received therapy earlier I do not believe I would have had to suffer for so long. For this reason I believe mental health still needs to be destigmatized and the pubic needs to be properly educated on treatments, and the benefit that therapy can bring. While progress regarding mental health has been made, I think it is clear that there is still a lot of work to be done--even for those who may feel they are not worthy of treatment because they are high-functioning. Part of my struggle was that I felt, because I was still active and accomplishing some things, I did not need help. I think this mindset needs to be addressed, because I know many others who have felt the same, and truthfully no one is unworthy of receiving help.