I Baker Acted Myself At 21 Because It’s OKAY To Ask For Help
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I Baker Acted Myself At 21 Because It’s OKAY To Ask For Help

The ability to Baker Act myself, knowing that I would have a place to be safe from myself and my poor decision making literally saved my life.

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I Baker Acted Myself At 21 Because It’s OKAY To Ask For Help
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For months my mental health took over my life. I let sadness, anxiety, and constantly fluctuating moods dictate how I felt, thought and functioned. I was not living a life I enjoyed, but my mind told me I deserved nothing more than what I had, so I continued in my darkness. I worked so hard to hide my struggle from the world; I felt that because I had so many positive things going on in my life, I wasn’t allowed to talk about the constant heaviness residing in my heart.

I had been accepted into the graduate program of my dreams, moving forward to study what I love, in the beautiful city of Boston.

I was maintaining my 3.86 GPA and still on track to early graduation.

I had a few good friends and a job that I made decent money with.

I had a family that would have done anything to help and support me.

And I saw all of this.

But the cloud that was my mental illness told me I didn’t deserve any of it.

I have been struggling with my mental health for about 15 months now, and every second has been a true roller coaster. With the help of a mentor I will always be grateful for, and some great friends by my side, I realized that while I was doing well in the realm of physical health, I was severely lacking in mental health. This journey began in January of 2017. From January until about July, I continued on with my regular life, not addressing any of my issues and venting daily to my mentor and friends, not knowing how to move forward and feeling so afraid to admit that I needed help.

During these few months, I stopped attending soccer practices for my college team, I stopped leaving my dorm room unless I was going to class, my boyfriend broke up with me, and I stopped eating regularly, losing about 20 pounds because of that. Everyone could physically see the changes happening in me, but I just wasn’t ready to get help, and I was so afraid of what would happen to me if I started medications or started therapy: would people treat me differently? Would people think less of me? Would I actually feel better? Or, would I feel worse from the “shame” or “embarrassment” that I had learned followed mental health treatment because of the huge stigma in our country?

Throughout this time of uncertainty and through my diagnosis, I had developed very negative coping mechanisms. Like I said previously, I stopped eating; this got to the point that even looking at food made me gag. I also developed a highly impulsive draw towards getting tattooed. This goes hand in hand with impulsive spending and self-harm, and for me, was the perfect way to drown my feelings while simultaneously feeling the intensity and pain I so desired. When this wasn’t enough, I also began to self-harm on my hips, stomach, and wrists to feel something and to let go at the same time (follow-up story on why I am in NO way ashamed or embarrassed by my scars to come!). Things were getting out of control and I knew it.

Eventually, I made the decision, with the very strong recommendations from my mentor (I will forever be thankful for you GA), to tell my parents what was happening and seek out help. I started seeing a psychiatrist and a psychologist and started medications for what would be diagnosed as Major Depressive Disorder, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, and a Cluster B Personality Disorder: Borderline Personality. I have definitely struggled with my diagnosis, and continue to do so today. I was so happy to be feeling better, but I hated knowing I was literally “ill” and had no control over it. I was glad that there was a name (or a few) for what I was feeling, but I hated that I needed medication, and help from so many people, to feel "ok."

My treatment worked for a few months; I did see results as I started to feel happier and more energetic, I was sleeping better, and I had an actual desire to live my life, not just suffer through it or prematurely end it as I had in the past. I was working on accepting, and even advocating for, mental illness, health and awareness. But something went awry. I stopped taking my medications, stopped eating again, re-started cutting, and stopped attending soccer practices; all of this was made easier for me because of the two concussions I suffered in the Fall of 2017, which completely sucked and were so painful, but also gave me an "out" from regular life. If I didn’t want to leave my room or eat for days, I would blame my concussions. If I didn’t go and watch my teammates practice, I could blame my concussions.

The two concussions, which collectively lasted for 9 weeks, made everything worse for me and were very difficult to deal with; however, they were an especially hard blow to my treatment and the strides I had made with my mental health. During this time, I was still dealing with my breakup, and there were several awful rumors spread about me, started by my very own teammates. I also struggled to decide whether or not I would be postponing graduation because of my two concussions or continue on and fight to pass my six courses.

I fell into a complete downward spiral; I couldn’t tell up from down and I was drowning in my mental illnesses. I knew that if I went back to my doctors, they would prescribe me something that would help me ease back into regular life, but I didn’t want to rely on anyone but myself. I foolishly believed that I could overcome these chemical imbalances in my brain and ingrained personality tendencies all on my own (Spoiler alert: I was very VERY wrong).

From then on, I spent my days in sadness, anger, and constant anxiety. I wanted someone to help me, but I didn’t know how to ask and didn’t think anyone cared enough to step in. I wanted to call out to anyone and beg them to help me but felt selfish for asking for anyone’s time or any attention at all. My brain made me feel like I was completely alone and worthless, and one day I decided that I didn’t need to be on this earth anymore. With me gone, everyone would be better off, I wouldn’t have to grow up and deal with the stresses of adulthood, and I could stop worrying about all of the relationships I had been intentionally ruining for months.

I was going to catch up on all of the doses of medication I had missed in the 6 months of me fighting this battle by myself so I couldn’t feel any remorse or pain, and then I planned on taking a blade to my wrists to finalize my decision. There would be no surviving that. So, about 4 weeks ago, I drove myself home from school and decided that I was ready to take my own life. Writing this article today, I could not be happier that this plan fell through.

As I walked in the door, I heard my dad rustling through his things getting ready for the gym. I greeted my two cats with hellos and walked into my room, locking the door behind me. I was shaking with anxiety and from crying, and could barely see straight. I was fumbling around looking for my blade while trying to decipher which medications I was going to mix to make sure I would rest easy. Right at the moment that I was finally able to calm down, I felt so ready. So sure of my plan and my self-hatred, and that my existence was worthless.

I had already written out my notes to the few people I thought would question me and apologized for the mess I was sure to leave, and I walked into the bathroom. I had gotten in the shower and began to self-harm before I took any of the medication, as a way to calm down before I went through with my plan.

About 10 minutes later, I got a notification on my phone. The notification was from a meditation app I had downloaded months before as a way to try and positively cope with my emotions (which I still have to this day and still fail to completely surrender to). The screen showed me a message that spoke about being strong and surprisingly, THAT was the sign that allowed a moment of clarity.

The first time I was suicidal enough to plan my suicide, my mentor casually said to me “you’re stronger than that,” and that statement resonated with me; I replayed her words until I didn’t think that taking my own life was the right choice. The fact that these were the same words being shared with me now gave me the one rational thought I had had all day, breaking through the cloud that was working against me: I said to myself, “call a friend”.

From there, I got out of the shower, put away all of the things I had planned on using to take my life, packed a bag of clothes, and drove to my school campus. On the way, the only thing that kept me from turning around and going back to my plan was thinking of all of the people who had spent so much time and effort on me, working with me to survive my mental illnesses; it would be so unfair for me to have wasted their time, effort and love. I kept repeating this to myself, and eventually met my best friend on campus, who would then drive me to the hospital so I could Baker Act myself. I was immediately checked in to the psychiatric ward. I had to change from my clothes into a hospital gown and was inspected. My wounds were dressed and I was put in a bed and given something to sleep.

The ability to Baker Act myself, knowing that I would have a place to be safe from myself and my poor decision making, literally saved my life. I knew that they would be able to help me regulate my emotions and my thoughts and that I would be in a safe place away from all of my triggers and negative outlets. I was in the hospital for 4 days; it was the longest 4 days of my life, but I wouldn’t be here without having that experience.

Being in the adult ward, I was mixed in with so many other individuals who were mentally distressed or ill; it was an eye-opening experience, to say the least, and I truly realized that I was lucky to have the resources and the support group I had waiting for me at home. I would be able to continue my fight against these illnesses, and I was absolutely NOT alone in it. My parents were superstars dealing with all of this and still are very supportive, helping me to rebuild my relationship with them that wasn’t very open in the past; my friends don’t treat me any differently and continue to check in with me, making sure I’m doing well and feeling their love; and my mentors still support me and advise me, guiding me down a path to success.

I have accomplished so many things in the short time since being Baker acted, and I know that this is the universe reassuring me that I do need to be here, that I am worth something and will make the positive change that I oh so desire to make for the world.


Getting help doesn’t make you weak. Let me say that again: GETTING HELP DOESN’T MAKE YOU WEAK. And you will only thank yourself and those who supported you through it once you do get the help you need. You may stray from your treatment, and you may need to fall down a few (hundred) times before you realize that your mental health is important and serious, but you WILL realize that you need to make a commitment to being kind to yourself.

If you are reading this and my story resonates with you, I am truly sorry. I wish that no one else in the world has ever felt as low as I felt, or as alone. But I am so extremely proud of you for being here to read these words. Keep fighting, please. That is something you will never regret.

Until next week friends!

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