I am a devoted advocate for all people with mental illnesses, but eating disorders, anxiety, and depression are especially close to my heart. During my childhood, I was a dancer, a gymnast, and a swimmer. Eventually, I became most passionate about swimming and I worked as hard as I possibly could to cut time off in my races. When I was in 7th grade, I took this dedication to a whole new level and completely changed my diet. I completely cut out sugar, butter, and almost all grains. I also began obsessively exercising and weighing myself every day. As time went on, I went from doing strength training to just cardio: jumping jacks straight for one hour was my usual. I was obsessed with my health, yet I was becoming increasingly sad. During swim practice, I would cry while swimming because I was so unhappy, yet I told myself I couldn't miss a practice or else I'd get fat. I constantly checked my BMI and it told me that I was at a healthy weight or even overweight. This would ruin my entire week and I would skip meals. One night, my dad pointed out that I wasn't eating at dinner and I had a complete mental breakdown; that was the point when my parents realized I had a problem.
Eventually, I realized that I needed to start eating more so that I could exercise in the way I wanted. I would eat a normal dinner – although I still adhered to heavy restrictions and refused to eat sugar, even if it was in ketchup – and then workout. After my workout, I would wait until my parents went to bed and then eat copious amounts of the "healthy" snacks that I was obsessed with baking. I started gaining weight again and I became so anxious that I quit swimming because I was having panic attacks every night before meets. Although quitting swimming caused me lots of anxiety, it was overall beneficial because I began to loosen my restrictions as I couldn't rationalize my decisions to my parents anymore without them being suspicious.
After years of trying to recover, I got to my sophomore year and relapsed. The driving cause was a doctor who told me that I should "eat less fast food". Her words made me believe I was fat again so I began restricting and exercising very frequently. After having many mental breakdowns with my family, especially my mom, I entered into therapy. After the first session, the therapist diagnosed me with severe anxiety and depression as well as body dysmorphia. She also confirmed that I most definitely had an eating disorder, likely anorexia, in the past. This was based on my behaviors and the fact that I stopped growing and got my period for the first time very late compared to what my body was suggesting. She referred me to a psychiatrist and I started Lexapro, and then when that didn't work I switched to Prozac. I am still on Prozac, just a much higher dose, and I think that my younger self would be very proud of the person I am today.
Other than my own mental health, I have had loved ones suffer as well. Among others, my best friend developed a severe eating disorder sophomore year and was hospitalized because she was starving herself to death. She was also consistently self-harming and tried to commit suicide multiple times. Since then, she has been to 2 inpatient treatment programs, tried a plethora of medications, and gone through many therapists. She still tries to commit suicide and self-harms, yet her parents can't force her into treatment since she is an adult.
I know that for people to heal they have to know that they have a problem. The best way for people to become aware that they have a problem is to educate them on the signs of disorders and know that people that seem perfectly put together can suffer. This is important to me because on the outside I know I appear to have everything put together, yet it is often those people that need help, and for someone to acknowledge that they're not less for struggling.
With these 2 experiences close to my heart, I have been actively advocating for mental health for years. In my freshman year of high school, I did a research project about eating disorders in athletes and found out that swimming, dancing, and gymnastics (all sports that I did) all had disproportionately high rates of eating disorders. Since then, I have done more research and begun talking to many people about the importance of forming and maintaining a healthy relationship with food. I found that this was an area that I am very passionate about and I am currently at the University of Notre Dame studying neuroscience. I recently wrote a paper about the importance of representation in movies and I am planning to submit it to my local newspaper and theaters near me. I hope to go to medical school and become a psychiatrist because I believe that there is so much work to be done relating to the treatment of those with mental illnesses.
Furthermore, I am currently making an active effort to destigmatize mental health through my internship at Great Lakes Integrative Medicine, a small functional and integrative medicine practice that focuses on improving overall well-being through an individualized approach to medicine. As an intern, I am choosing to focus my research and advocacy on mental health and chronic illnesses. I am a firm believer that mental health impacts every aspect of life and therefore it needs to be improved in order for the individual to truly heal.