Connor Christine
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My Mental Health Story
Coming to terms with my mental health has been an ongoing battle for as long as I can remember. I can vividly remember stumbling through life, feeling stuck in a deep hole at just 12 years old. I didn’t know what I was feeling was not normal, no one talked about preteens and the possibility of them being depressed or struggling with their mental health. Yet, there I was fighting depression. And instead of acknowledging it and working toward getting help I chalked it up to me being too sensitive and I needed to get over it. After a few years I started high school and threw myself into getting involved in hopes that keeping busy would keep me occupied. And it did. But I also managed to find people that were overwhelmingly supportive and helped me to get through the darkest times. It was during this time that I found someone that was my warrior, constantly trying to help me discuss what was going on and educate me. She took it upon herself to try to help me understand and label my mental illness. Of course, I was very hesitant to admit that I was struggling, and it usually led to fights. However, she didn’t give up on pushing me and eventually I decided to suck it up and come to terms with the fact that something wasn’t quite right. This was devastating. I didn’t want to be labeled, and sure as hell didn’t want to have to tell anyone what I was going through. Just her. She could be the only person that knew. I couldn’t tell my parents, not my friends, I didn’t want to be the “crazy one” in the family or in my friend group. So, I kept it to myself and didn’t tell anyone.
By Connor Christine4 years ago in Psyche
Now It's My Turn
All throughout school, I had a friend who I trusted with everything. I still do. He was the one person that I knew I could always call or text when I wasn't feeling myself and just needed someone to listen or whenever something amazing had happened. He would always listen and try his best to help, no matter the situation. We talked about anything and everything, ups and downs, family struggles, high school drama, homework, even relationship problems. That last one is the one that makes me a terrible person. See, I knew that he actually had wanted to be more than friends for a pretty long time. He wasn't shy about his feelings and he had told me on multiple occasions how he felt. But I was always hung up on other people who weren't worth my time. And there he was, always ready to listen to my latest failed attempt at a relationship and try to pick me up.
By Connor Christine6 years ago in Humans