10/06/2020
Happy mental health awareness week!! This week I challenge you to set 1 hour off to the side for you. Remember that taking care of you will set the tone for the rest of your week. How will you take care of you?!
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My sophomore year in high school I would come home everyday after school, track practice, and dancing and I would just lay in my bed and cry. For what reason? Your guess is as good as mine. I went through every thought possible. No, my home life was fine. School was good. My grades were great. I was involved in everything they would let me be in, and yet I wasn’t happy. I know what your thinking. “Spoiled”, am I right? I thought that too but that wasn’t it. It was a deeper feeling. I was blessed and knew it, yet something felt missing. I did not feel whole. Fast forward to my freshman year of college. New town, away from home. Change. Change was my worst enemy. I was used to the same routine that my high school brought but was lost starting over. I became jittery. My heart raced out of my chest. I was tired. Exhausted. It wasn’t until I the third time I passed out (literally) that I realized something was wrong. Everyone was worried about me, shoot even I was worried about me, but I had so many questions. Who do I turn to? No one will understand how I’m feeling. I can’t even understand why I’m feeling like this. But my mother, bless her heart (southerners lol), was my saving grace. I mean that with everything in me. She recognized that her daughter was not the same. Being the nurse that she is, she quickly took action and got me the help I needed. A doctor visit later, I was told that I had depression and anxiety. “WHAT?! no. Not me. Someone else has to have it worse than me. I can’t have that nothing is wrong in my life!!” I told myself this over and over-yet it didn’t make the illness go away. Finally, I faced my demons. I realized that I could still be me, the Ali that I wanted to be, if I was ready to accept help. After many different therapist later, I found one that was my saving grace. She changed my life and has equipped me with skills that I use to this very day. She is the reason I want to peruse this as a career. Now, believe me, I realize not everyone has the support system that I have, which is why I want to be that for you. I am here for you. I am proud of you. I am your friend. Why? Because I believe you. I believe IN you. You matter to me.