My first experience with mental illness is when my best friend in middle school tried to commit suicide when his girlfriend broke up with him. This hurt me so bad because I could not understand why he would let one person ruin his life. He had so many friends and family members that cared about him, but he was going to take himself away from all that love for one person that didn't value him. His mom made him move back to Georgia with his dad and I did not get to see him for three years. When he left, I cried for two weeks straight and talked to his mom every day. Fast forward three years, I am now a freshman in High school, I remember walking two class on the second story. I hear a bunch of commotion look down and lo and behold it was Andy. I could not believe my eyes! My best friend was finally back. We spent almost every day together. I was always at his house, or he was at mine. I would never imagine that this would all come to an end in a short two years when he attempted suicide again. This time there was no coming back. I will never forget receiving that phone call from his mom while I was at work and falling to my knees in pain because I love him so much and so did others, but our love was not enough to save him. I did not get to tell my best friend goodbye, and it still hurts today. We did not get to graduate together or go to college together; we did not even get to experience prom together. I will always look back and wonder how things would be today if my best friend was still here. I believed back then we were soul mates. When he died, I felt like a piece of me died as well.
After his death I left high school and went straight to college. I received my GED with honors, then after a short break decided to achieve my associate in criminal justice. I had a daughter and a marriage that ended very bad. To escape my ex-husband and his family, my daughter and I moved to Hilton Head, South Carolina. Through our journey, I met my now husband of seven years and my daughter finally has someone she can count on to call dad. Life was great for us when we moved down until my daughter turned twelve. I started noticing the depression I saw in Andy. Caleigh had also been struggling with anxiety since her dad and I had divorced. Over the years I saw it becoming worse for her.
Once Caleigh started middle school, I got her a professional therapist. I knew she needed help I was not able to give her, after all I couldn't save Andy. Every depressive episode she had every battle she fought I would stay up all night or sleep with her if she would let me because I was afraid if I feel asleep my daughter would be gone like Andy. Last January my nightmare began, I got a call from her therapist that I needed to come straight home from work, get Caleigh, and take her to the emergency room. When we arrived, I was told her therapist had already called and Caleigh was being admitted into a children's mental hospital, but they could not get transport until the next morning. We were stuck in a room about the size of a closet and that was the last night I would get to spend with my daughter before they took her away from me for nine days without me being able to see and talk to her. That week was the longest week of my life, but to have her safe and be able to pick her up to come home was well worth the wait.
Through Caleigh’s struggle with depression and fighting to keep her alive because I refuse to lose her like I lost Andy, I have learned that I too battle with depression and even more anxiety. There have been nights I have hid in a dark closet wanting to take the pain and hurt away. Wanting to remove myself from this earth so I didn't have to fight the pain and hurt anymore. However, every time I remember my pain and hurt is from losing my best friend from the same thing and I refuse to hurt the ones I love and leave them in that agony. I refuse to let my daughter battle depression alone. I show her every day the stronger you are and the more focused you become on positives and people that love you, you can fight and beat depression and anxiety. I have re-enrolled to college at SNHU, to finish my bachelor’s and show her that with determination you can achieve your hopes and dreams.
I am strong and a fighter because I refuse to let depression and anxiety take away anyone else, I love!