Mental health has knocked me down again and again, relentlessly and continuously. I often feel like it is a rotten vine that has rooted deep down in my family, destroying any hopes any of us have of thriving in life. My family has had a long history of mental health issues, most of which went unmediated and without therapy all their lives. This has caused a bit of a heredity in my family to ignore mental health issues in themselves and their children. This has not only caused severe depression in my life, but also my siblings lives and cousins. Depression and anxiety have held the reins on my life for years, and have prevented me from feeling normal and being able to connect with other people.
In recent years, mental health has taken over completely, it has become like a dark cloud that sits overhead, and no matter where I go or what I do, it follows behind and infects everyone around me. In 2024 I lost my best friend to suicide, and as morbid as it sounds I cannot help but imagine that my dark cloud spread over to him, and poisoned him in the same way it did I. Losing my best friend tipped me over the edge, I had begun to seriously self harm, and spent days alone, I developed an eating disorder, and things got so bad that my parents finally put me in therapy. Although therapy helped me a great deal, it is not made to heal people, only to help people accept, and I cannot accept the death of my friend.
Mental health has reshaped every ideal I have, in the way I view myself, my peers, my family, and the world. Often when I think of my peers, I wonder why they do not have more empathy? Why is it still acceptable in today's society to tell somebody to kill themselves, or to make jokes about such a heavy topic. It's a terrible thing to admit, but sometimes I wish that my peers could feel what I felt that day, when I was told my best friend was dead, then maybe they would see things in a new light, like I was forced to. It changed how I feel about my family as well, part of me became hyper aware of the challenges everyone faces day to day, so I began checking on my siblings and cousins each day, asking them about their day, just to make sure they felt seen. It even changed my views on strangers, I used to feel such a negativity towards strangers for no reason, because I was convinced everyone was out to get me, but I realized that even strangers have lives, families, struggles. I began talking to strangers, something I would have never thought of doing, I got involved in community services, church, school, every part of me changed.
My goals changed, my whole life plan changed, as a sophomore my only goal in life was to get out, get out of my house, my school, my town, I had no ambition or passion. But when my best friend died it was like he took the cloud with him, I saw things so much clearer, and I knew that my new goal was to make people happy. Only a month after he died I wrote my first stage-play, a one act comedy that was performed by myself and a group of kids from the theater department. Hearing the laughter from the audience was the only answer I needed, this was my future. Since then I have written another play, a collection of short stories I hope to publish soon, and the beginning of a novel. If I can bring people joy within this dark and ever so changing world, that's enough for me.
My views on the world are continually changing, as I grow and learn more I find myself finding the joy I lost as a child in the small things, even things that are ephemeral or small. Every day I try to look at things from a new perspective. And although there are things I have still yet to accept, the pain is receding a bit at a time.