September has always been my favorite month. Mostly it’s my favorite because it’s my birth month, but as years go on I find more and more reasons to love it. It marks the beginning of a new school year–which doesn’t directly impact me anymore, but I can still remember my first-day-of-school jitters and excitement every Fall. That first month of school as we all eased out of Summer was always full of new beginnings, the rekindling of old friendships and the start of new ones, new classes and class schedules. Everything fresh, everything new.
As I’ve gotten older it’s also marked the start of Pumpkin Spice Everything season, visits to the orchard for apple cider and donuts, and most importantly a full 30 days focused on mental health and suicide prevention.
September 10 is World Suicide Prevention Day. It’s a day where we can call attention to a worldwide crisis by showing each other kindness and reminding others to stay. We, all of humankind, can come together to realize how important each individual is to this earth. We can focus on community and the value of being present for each other. I will admit that in recent years I haven’t been as vocal or active with mental health awareness as I used to be, but I still care very deeply about the cause and what it’s meant in my life.
I used to lead Grand Valley’s chapter of To Write Love on Her Arms. I attended the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention’s Out of the Darkness Walk every year for 4 or 5 years. I wore the shirts, the bracelets, the hoodies. I attended the concerts and hosted the open mic nights. I handed out info cards, I donated my time and money to the cause. All of it. I was the poster child of suicide prevention.
On the outside I was doing all the things a mental health advocate was supposed to do. I encouraged my friends to “seek help” and reminded them that they’re not alone. I held them as we cried together. I urged them to love themselves and to see the worth in themselves. Meanwhile, I wasn’t ever following my own advice. I’ve been fairly open about my feeling of hypocrisy during my college years especially, and even since then. But I could never quite reconcile those feelings that I was a fake. Rationally, I realize these things don’t make me a fake. But when you struggle with depression and anxiety, it’s easy to beat yourself and convince yourself that you are.
For years and years I’ve told everyone not to give up. You are loved. You are worthy. Your struggles do not define you and it WILL get better. And I truly mean it every time I say it. That said, I have a horrible time believing these things for myself, and those doubts manifest themselves in ways that can cause a lot of strain on my relationships. It can be very isolating and disheartening. I have felt so lost, so alone, and so worthless for so, so long. Mental illness is no fricken joke, and it is an uphill battle every. single. day. Even with medication, I still have to fight the urge to stay in bed all day instead of being part of the world. I still find myself wanting to hide in a hole and disappear for awhile instead of facing simple everyday things like doing the dishes, or putting gas in my car.
I am incredibly fortunate that I do not have any suicide attempts under my belt, but I know far too many incredible people who cannot say the same. My heart breaks for them because I know they still struggle, and they deserve SO much more in this life than the pain in front of them. We all do. I am so thankful that many of them are still here to see things get better. And I mourn those whom we’ve lost too soon.
After many years of living the lie that I was a lost cause that wasn’t worth the time, money or effort to get better, I am happy to report that I finally started therapy last week with a counselor I think I’m really going to get along with. And even if we don’t, I know there is one out there for me that I will click with. It’s kind of like dating. It feels good knowing I’m finally giving myself the love and attention and care that I deserve. I likely wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t have the judgment-free support system that I do, and all it took was for me to say I needed help.
If you find yourself feeling like the world, or your friends, or your family would be better off without you–please, listen to me when I say that we are not better off without you here. It’s not easy asking for help. It’s TERRIFYING at times. But even when you don’t see or feel it, you are loved beyond measure, and you’re worth fighting for your life. I guarantee you have at least one person willing to stand with you at the bottom of that hill and help you climb back up. Tomorrow needs you.