I grew up in a violent household which caused depression at an early age. By 9 I was self harming and suicidal, binge drinking and smoking at 14, addicted to opiates and doing a ton of hard drugs / failing out of high school at 17. I’m 26 now and am a substance use counselor for young folks. I love my job, I love working in a low income community (my community). I get to be the person that teenage me needed. It feels weird, and I honestly am struggling with mental health to the point where it is nearly impossible to get out of bed most days. But going through the pain, the years of school, and continually fighting depression is nothing compared to knowing that I’m trying my best to make a difference in other people’s lives.
I wish I killed myself years ago. It would have been so simple back then, now I have so many people depending on me that I just can’t leave anymore. It makes the depression far worse.
Probably an unpopular opinion, but I would tell myself not to get formally involved with the mental health system. It didn’t help any and now it’s on my medical record. But no one will read this anyway.
Life doesn’t truly start until after high school. The sooner you can re-invent yourself the better.
Help others with literally anything doesn’t have to be anything big
It’s ok to ask for help
I grew up in a violent household which caused depression at an early age. By 9 I was self harming and suicidal, binge drinking and smoking at 14, addicted to opiates and doing a ton of hard drugs / failing out of high school at 17. I’m 26 now and am a substance use counselor for young folks. I love my job, I love working in a low income community (my community). I get to be the person that teenage me needed. It feels weird, and I honestly am struggling with mental health to the point where it is nearly impossible to get out of bed most days. But going through the pain, the years of school, and continually fighting depression is nothing compared to knowing that I’m trying my best to make a difference in other people’s lives.
I wish I killed myself years ago. It would have been so simple back then, now I have so many people depending on me that I just can’t leave anymore. It makes the depression far worse.
Probably an unpopular opinion, but I would tell myself not to get formally involved with the mental health system. It didn’t help any and now it’s on my medical record. But no one will read this anyway.
It doesn’t get better. They’re lying to you.