It Gets Better

My name is Nicole. I suffer from anxiety, depression and anger management issues. 

Back in September, I was in a bad place. Things were going heavily downhill. My grades, my peer relationships and my choices were becoming more negative leading to impact me heavier. I constantly had horrid thoughts or nightmares resulting in me ending my life multiple times. I felt I had no escape.

I then found help from the trusted adults around me and my supporting friends. At this point, I still hadn’t thought that any of this would end. I thought it was this deep dark black hole. But eventually I got sick of constantly being sad or upset. I couldn’t sleep at night or function as “the normal” human being. I wondered the options for what to do to get the necessary help I had been deprived of. I turned to my chemical health specialist for support.

Eventually I spoke with her every week. Soon I was spending three out of four weekends with my friends, doing what I could to get my mind off of my urges, my less fortunes and hardships. When I did give my time to those thoughts, my friends were there to hold and comfort me. They listened to my cries and gave me supporting advice. They’d make sure to call me every night and make sure I was alright. They were there when I needed them most. Eventually, the days got shorter. I felt as if I didn’t do enough in each day. I expanded my mindfulness and my ability to speak to others. I started to think of the glass as half full, rather than empty. Here I am, nine months later, stronger than ever. I am not proud of the things I have done, but I am proud of who I’ve become. I’ve changed for the better.

I’m not saying I’m cured of everything, but I am saying that a disorder can be managed for the most part. It’s possible. Try and help it before it is too late. 

It takes a friend to help a friend.