Hello,
I am a student that currently attends UMBC. My topic is not only about mental illness, but also about self-harm, bullying, and family problems. Growing up my parents always fought. My dad had and still has an anger problem, and my mother had her issues as well. I grew up seeing my parents hate each other, and had the police come to my house a couple of times. Somehow they stayed together through those times and are still together at this time- and are doing much better. Growing up I had a lot of confidence, but in high school is when it started to deteriorate. There were multiple reasons for this, bullying being one of them. My home situation along with my situation at school led me to rock bottom. I started self-harm, I fell in depression..I absolutely hated myself. If someone was to say something bad about me I would sit there and listen to them and agree with it. I did try to commit suicide in highschool, and thank God it didn’t fall through. I believe I tried to commit suicide as more a cry for help than anything else. I ended up telling my parents and they were deeply concerned, but that only lasted so long. Going into college I still was depressed and I began to develop anxiety. It began slowly but developed over time as severe social anxiety. I believe the reason behind this is because I had forced myself to stop cutting. Since I had stopped, I didn’t have an outlet to let out the frustration I felt, and in time it built up and started to become social anxiety. This past semester at school, I contemplated suicide almost everyday. They were the toughest months of my life. I remember sitting in the bath tub with razor in hand, just staring into space. Throughout these years I visited two different psychiatrists but would always fail to take the anti-depressants they prescribed me due to lack of trust. In my family, as in many south Asian families, mental illness is not something that is acknowledged nor something to be talked about. My father told me to stop taking the medications once he found out and forbid me from seeing my psychiatrist. I thought he was right so I stopped going. After a few months I started seeing another psychiatrist, without my father knowing. I took the anti-depressants for a while that he prescribed but just like before ended up stopping. I started to see him again since the beginning of this past school year and I have been taking medication non-stop. I thank God for this, because I am a totally different person because of them. I know what it feels like to look forward to the day, to feel happy, to feel loved, to have self-worth and self-respect. I believe the people I surrounded myself with as well plays a huge role in how I am doing now. I surround myself with people who love me for me. Who don’t judge me or carry negative vibes with them. I would credit these people with saving my life. I just want whoever is listening to this to: 1) Understand that there is nothing shameful in taking medication for mental illness, no matter how it is viewed in your community. Mental illness is something that is real and exists, and it is about time it is looked at that way. 2) Surround yourself with people who genuinely like you and make you feel worthy. Life is too short to be around people who only bring you down. I know this has probably been said a million times, but it is the absolute truth. 3) Love yourself and everything falls into place- literally. I went from having depression,anxiety, doing self-harm, having suicidal thoughts to being able to love life again and BEING HAPPY. The key to this is to love yourself unconditionally. You are an amazing human being, and should not think of yourself any other way. Life will knock you down more times that you can handle, so please don’t knock yourself down. Last but not least, If you see someone who is not acting “normal” socially-please accept them and make them feel like they are okay. The biggest thing I have learned from having social anxiety is that love and acceptance makes a huge difference in helping that person out. It might come off as “off-putting” when a person acts awkwardly, but judging them and making them feel like shit about it only makes it that much worse for them. There is way too much hate and negativity in this world for a person as it is, please don’t go out of your way to add to it. Thank you.
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