It is not my full name but it’s half haha. I have suffered from anxiety since I was a kid. My anxiety peaked in 2011, when my father was in the hospital and was dying. I was trying to be strong but I blew up the next year (2012). My father was out of the hospital and was better than ever. My dad was great, but I did not feel the same.
Something was missing.
School was not helpful. My anxiety got so bad, that it sent me into a depression.
I tried killing myself twice.
I got a therapist but my therapist made a mistake to take me to the hospital where my dad was (self exposing therapy). That same day I tried to kill myself the third time. I was admitted to a Mental Hospital for a month.
I cried and cried.
I continuously told my parents I wasn’t “crazy.” I was told that Mental Hospitals are not for “crazy” people. Which is true. I was taking Prozac in the hospital. I learned so much about life that month. My perspective of life changed.
I felt as if a weight was lifted from my life.
Fast forward to the end of the month, I was out and I still needed to take Prozac for a year. I still wasn’t ready for school, so I was homeschooled for a year and a half. That year and a half I developed OCD. OCD was something that would distract me from overthinking. I was put on some medicine to calm me down, which I think I didn’t need since I was taking Prozac. My OCD wasn’t as bad as my depression and anxiety. I used my OCD as a coping skill and I also started to play guitar as well. I went back to school 2014 (second semester of sophomore year ).
I was Prozac free.
Since then I’ve used my past experience as an advantage. I am a A+ – B+ student and I’ve been playing guitar for 2 years now.
I hope my story motivates you to make a change not just for yourself but for others.
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