9 years ago I began showing signs of depression. It started in 8th grade.. I began self harming and losing friends do to it as well. I was called attention seeking and lazy. My mother got made when I would self harm and yell at me. A few years down the road I went to therapy where the therapist reached a point where he said " there's nothing I can do to help you.. if you want to cut, then do it somewhere that's not visible" after that I never went back. I struggled greatly with panic attacks, self harm and suicidal thoughts. And now to this year in September I reached my lowest point where I attempted twice. I was thankfully found by my roommates and they helped me. The next day I knew I needed to go to a doctor and I did which would begin the process of finding medication to help me.. I tried Prozac which did not work.. and now I'm on effexor. And I'm happy to say that I haven't self harmed since September and I haven't had a panic attack in over a month!! I still have my moments but I'm on the road to recovery! My mother is now supportive and helping me and I have a great support system helping when my meds give me side effects or if I'm feeling depressed. I still have a long way to go but I'm glad to finally feel some changes. For anyone suffering with a mental illness I believe in you and I know you can push through it. Dealing with severe depression and anxiety is not easy, but knowing I'm making progress means all the difference.

I'm sorry for this but I'm reflecting on these past months and I feel so happy 😭😭