The Hardest Thing I've Written So Far

The Hardest Thing I've Written So Far

The story of my depression

Over the last week I finally listened to Logic’s "1-800-273-8255" ft. Alessia Cara and Khalid and nearly lost it right there. It was everything that I wanted to say when it came to my depression and anxiety and the journey I’ve gone through with it. From day 1 to where I am today. So as a warning this article is very dark at parts and honestly I don’t recommend reading unless you are comfortable with frank discussion of mental health and where I come from on a daily basis. Thank you.

Since I was a child people’s parents always seemed to like me. Granted I strove to be perfect in the eyes of the adults around me because I couldn’t always connect with the kids in the class. A running joke in my family through middle school was the fact that all of my progress reports were just photocopies because they all always said the same thing ‘Marissa is a joy to have in classes. Because I strove to be perfect constantly and unfortunately it ended up completely destroying my mental health along the way. Being the good kid, the one without problems, the perfect child was a huge stress on the mind of a pre-teen.

Which is where we come to me falling into an eating disorder face first as it may be at 10 years old. I had switched schools the previous year and moved into another Catholic school. The transfer had gone well and I finished out the year doing pretty okay actually, even with changing schools after the winter break (for the uninformed in New York state this takes place the same week as President’s Day in most school districts). So it was surprising to me that when school came back that September I was suddenly an outsider and not included in the social groups due to a myriad of reasons not the least being the know-it-all and as I was the first kid in the class to get braces it didn’t help. Slowly I turned to food and somewhere along the way I started binge-eating. By May of 2002 I was suicidal. I had been pushed too far by the bullies and one night I finally snapped. The next day my parents made the call and I was put in therapy. My first therapist was one of the reasons I’m probably still sitting here. She got through to me and I saw her for about a year until something changed and I wasn’t seeing her anymore.

Middle school continued and I changed schools again. In 2006 the Albany Catholic Diocese closed 6 schools, the most that had ever been done in one time due to decreasing enrollment. To be fair my 7th grade class had 8 kids in it and the 8th grade had 4. So we got combined into one class more often than not. In April the letters went out that the school would not be reopening. I had made my place in the class somewhere and was friends with these kids. We all went to different schools content with the knowledge that in a year when we entered high school we would be back together (at least in small groups). The school I went to was the largest class I had been in at that point, my 8th grade class had 33 kids. High School was another story.

I started my high school career in one of the Catholic High Schools we had in the area. And as I wasn’t coping very well with what was going on outside of school with my parents separation and divorce I became the kid that got made fun of again. That escalated though and suddenly I was being told it would be better if I was dead, we were 14. They got my phone number and would call me and harass me whenever they felt like it. I tried to hide it from my parents but eventually I broke down and told them. When my Dad made the choice to change cell phone providers I asked to change my number and I kept it hidden from all of them. I did try to go to the school about the bullying but in a school where these kids had money and I was basically scholarship and my parents were divorcing my side wasn’t given much weight.

The next school year I transferred to the public school and promptly had my first case of culture shock. Keep in mind my high school was one of the smaller ones in the area so there was only maybe 400 kids in the school but seeing as my previous high school kept the freshman away from the upperclassmen we had maybe 100 kids in this hallway. But the public school was everyone in one hallway and I shut down. I tried to make friends but I didn’t wear fashionable clothes and I was extremely awkward because I had no clue what I was doing.

Needless to say the bullying started up, and lines were crossed. I hid it again from my family until one day I went to my Dad’s and I didn’t know he was there. I think he may have been in his computer room and I missed his car parked outside. But I made it into the living room and broke down sobbing and suddenly there’s Dad in full on papa bear mode as I refer to it. The next day my father was in the Principal’s office ready to probably commit crimes. I in front of my father gave the details that I could and names. The worst part of this is I was under the impression she knew. See one of my Teacher’s had gone to the Vice Principal because of these boys actions in his class and he knew it wasn’t just in that class. He was basically told ‘Boys will be boys’ and so I thought for sure that the Administration was just choosing to ignore this because of the fact that the boys involved were on the Football, Basketball or Baseball teams (and in some cases all 3). I was binging again and hiding it from my parents in an effort to not be a problem.

So back to therapy I went and now we were including medications because I was considering suicide again. The medicine I was on basically just caused me to shut down. I didn’t feel anything. The problem is eventually that causes problems and suddenly I was throwing my pills down the toilet and not taking them when they got refilled. I snuck it around until I finally got off the meds and I moved in with my Dad because my mother was moving 3 hours north and as bad as the school year had been I didn’t want to change schools again.

So my junior year was pretty uneventful, the school suddenly had a Police Officer stationed at the school. But over all, it was a normal year. The summer between that and my senior year I was in a pre-college program at Brown and I loved every minute of it. I came back to upstate NY right before school started back up and was looking forward to being done with High School. It was at that point that it came to light that I had to go back for 2 classes. I was exactly 2 classes short of finishing my high school career and I had to go back for an entire year.

Not long after school came back I was walking down the street with my younger brother and a car that belonged to one of the guys who harassed my 2 years previously was going by and he was screaming one of the favorite slurs they liked to use against me out of his window. He proceeded to drive by me 3 times screaming it every time. Now if it had just been me I would have responded but I had my younger brother with me and I was trying to convince him to ignore it. A few days later an unflattering photo that I accidentally posted on my Facebook and didn’t realize was there got posted on one of the guys pages and there were a lot of comments from people I thought were friends or at least friendly. A couple people did stick up for me and actually it was because one of them had commented I even saw it.

The next day I was informed I could have pressed charges on this guy who did it. Of course I got told that and was expected to make a decision in less than 5 minutes with the guy sitting right there staring at me and to this day I still remember what I told him. “This time I won’t but I want you to go tell all of your friends that the next person to come after me I’m taking down. I don’t care who you are in this town”. I promptly had a panic attack when I got back to class and had to calm down and go back to doing my lab for AP Biology.

Through all of this my depression lurked and on more than one occasion as I stood in our kitchen in the middle of the night staring at the knives and knowing it wouldn’t take much to end it all the only reason I didn’t was because I knew my younger brother would be the one to find my body the next day when he got up for school. Because as badly as I wanted to hurt myself I could never bring myself to hurt another person and I knew it would destroy my brother.

My depression and anxiety are shape shifters, sometimes they are tiny and other times I’m stuck underneath them and can’t move. When I am suicidal I refer to it as the black hole because once you go down that path there’s no coming back. If it wasn’t for some excellent therapists I’ve had over the years and the psychiatrists who listened and helped me when I needed it I would not be here today. Each day is a battle especially with an undiagnosed chronic condition and I never know if today will be the day I discover a new trigger for either the depression or anxiety. My ED is pretty much handled except when I completely lose it and suddenly I am stuffing my face and have no clue how we got to this point. But for those who are reading this and unsure of what to do please reach out. We are all here for you and not a single one of us wants to see you suffer. There are people willing to listen 24 hours a day and there are even text sites you can use if the idea of speaking on the phone fills you with so much anxiety you can’t breathe. Please please reach out. Even one life lost is too many.

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1-800-273-8255 Saved My Life, It Might Save You Too

Never give up, never surrender, on you or your life.

I have never hurt myself.

In a moment of distress, I might try to plot a scene where it involves the knife in the kitchen and do something to hurt myself, but it never happens. I want to cut myself, but I can't. It feels like I want to get hurt but I'm too scared. I want to kill myself, but, I'm also afraid.

I sometimes don’t feel alive. The reason can come from family problems, friendships, and relationship with significant others. The moment when I don’t feel alive, I usually talk down to myself. In those moments, I can think of myself as the unluckiest person in the whole world. I see through my lack of what I don’t have.

And I know it is not right.

Don’t get me wrong, I am a cheerful person. I laugh and smile a lot. Not in that weird way, even though some people think I am weird when I do that. I am a pretty happy person. I know there are times where I hated being myself. Thinking that suicide is the only answer.

But those moments just taught me to come up stronger than ever. It gives me the spirit to live life for the better.

In the two lowest point of my life, I had to call the lifeline. I never think that I ever had to dial those numbers on my phone, but, I am glad I did. As the woman answered my call, she had the voice of an angel. She soothed me with her sweet words and reminded me that I am just a little person. She told me that it is acceptable for me to feel helpless at times but there is always ways to solve problems.

The other time I called, a man picked up the phone. I did not feel comfortable at first to talk to him because of his gender but at the end, he helped me cope with my problems. His words are free of judgment. He let me ramble, again and again, allowing all of my emotions to spill out on the table. I let it all out, and an hour just passed.

I felt better after calling the lifeline.

I just wanted to say, if you have ever thought of harming yourself, please call the lifeline. They can provide you the support you need. They will not judge you. Instead, they will try to help you tackle your problems. Maybe not necessarily solve all of your obstacles in life but be a friend to you when you are in a crisis.

I used to think it is odd to ask for help from strangers. I sometimes feel that it is strange that people feel suicidal. Not anymore. It is normal to feel that way and it is even smart when you know when to ask for help.

Don’t harm yourself in any way. Take care of yourself like a newborn baby. Talk kindly to yourself, and love yourself.

It’s true. Sometimes it is just a bad day, not a bad life. The hard tide shall pass. Never give up, never surrender, on you or your life.

Call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 1-800-273-8255

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25 Reasons NOT To Kill Yourself Today

With suicide rates climbing at horrifying rates, here are 25 reasons why you should not kill yourself today.

Often times, life gets us down. Sometimes when life knocks us down, we feel as though everything is ending and that there is no light at the end of the tunnel. Sometimes things are overwhelming and that's okay.

Before you think of killing yourself, think of all the reasons why you shouldn't. This is my personal list of reasons NOT to kill myself and I think that this list can be pretty universal. So please, please don't kill yourself today.

Don't kill yourself today because...

1. Because you haven't had enough good cups of coffee.

2. Because you haven't listened to every song on the Indie Air playlist yet.

3. Because you haven't learned how to salsa dance.

4. Because you haven't said, "I love you" and meant it enough.

5. Because you haven't seen enough sunrises.

6. Or sunsets.

7. Because you haven't seen the Eiffel Tower yet.

8. Or the Leaning Tower of Pisa.

9. Because you haven't had enough cute boys look at you and smile.

10. Because you haven't experienced true love yet.

11. Because you haven't had enough good hair days.

12. Or enough days where your outfit simply S L A Y E D.

13. Because you haven't sung your heart out in the shower in months.

14. Because you haven't tried enough weird foods.

15. Because Calamari and Aligator will always be at the top of your "must eat" list.

16. Because you haven't had enough cute candids taken of you.

17. Because your parents will never forgive themselves if you do.

18. Because you haven't filled every page in your journal yet.

19. Because you haven't learned every word to every Ed Sheeran song.

20. Because you haven't kissed enough boys.

21. Or girls.

22. You haven't held a sloth yet.

23. You haven't tried that new Thai restaurant yet.

24. You haven't truly lived yet.

25. You haven't had a slow dance in the kitchen yet.

There are approximately 123 suicides each day. Men are more likely to act on suicide compared to women who are more likely to just say that they want to commit suicide.

The National Suicide Hotline is open 24/7; the number to call in a crisis is 1-800-273-8255

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