It’s one of those things that seem to scare people.

Mental health. It’s one of those things that seem to scare people. It also carries a stigma with it. People just don’t want to deal with it because of those two things.

As someone who suffers from depression, anxiety, and low self-esteem, I understand what it’s like to be that penny laying face down in a parking lot, to be that person that is surrounded by people, yet still feeling utterly alone in my struggle.

Looking back, I’ve realized I have struggled with anxiety all my life. Depression came into play as a young adult. I’ve been verbally/mentally abused, used, and bullied. I’ve been to suicide attempts and back multiple times. I’ve had days where all I want to do is sleep everything away, days where I just don’t want to exist anymore.

Some will say get help. I have, trust me. That’s why I am still here and not six feet under. I don’t want to die, even if I feel that way sometimes. Why don’t I ask for help from those around me? Sometimes it’s because I’m afraid of what you’ll think of me. Sometimes it’s because I want to protect you from what I’m feeling. Sometimes it’s to look like a strong and “normal” person.

Why am I saying all this? It’s because I need to heal. It’s because I need to gain strength, to lift myself up, to climb out of this hole I’ve been living in my entire life. I need everyone to understand why I do what I do, and by extension hopefully, everyone will understand a little more about mental health issues and those around them that are suffering. 

We all have “bad days”. We need to support one another on those bad days, as well as the good ones. Sometimes all it takes to make someone feel a little better is to ask how they’re feeling and tell them it will be ok. Support them. Don’t be afraid to ask when you notice something is off. You could change someone’s life for the better, and also your own.