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Sarah's Story

Metuchen, New Jersey USA

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"Anxiety and depression have been mental illnesses that run in my family for generations, so I was always predisposed to their symptoms and eventual diagnoses. When I was thirteen years old, my dad suffered a traumatic car accident and simultaneous seizure that required an airlift to the nearest hospital in which he was quickly put into a medically-induced coma.


Being that my brother and I were young, my mom decided not to tell us about the accident until she was sure of any news, whether it be bad or good. My grandparents came for a surprise visit' while my mom went to see my dad in the hospital. I was finally informed about what happened a few days later, and that thankfully my dad was going to be okay. The only thing I concretely remember is my dad coming home from the hospital with a walker, and temporarily having no awareness of his surroundings, including his children.


I was effectively traumatized by the entire array of events, and felt betrayed by my mom for not telling us what had happened. For the next few months, I was suffering panic attacks and believing that any time my parents left the house, they would die and never return. I was admitting ridiculous 'secrets' such as, 'I ate a cookie before dinner 2 months ago!' because I was terrified that I would face immense guilt about anything if one or both of them died. I could not be left alone, as my panic attacks would become overwhelmingly unbearable.


At this time, I began to develop such anxiety and fear that I started having suicidal thoughts so that the pain would end. I once admitted to my mom, 'Sometimes I think about jumping in front of a moving car.' Immediately, she responded with 'You don’t really mean that, do you?' and I was completely shut down. Not until I was eighteen did I ever revisit feelings of adverse mental health with my parents, because I knew that they would be dismissed.


Eventually, the anxiety and fear subsided as I began high school, but my predisposition to anxiety and depression had taken root at this point. I began to have severe bouts of depression, complete with nightly panic attacks, usually every night for a few years straight, that involved unbearable headaches, intense sadness and crying, self-harm in the form of cutting, and thoughts of suicide.


I developed a plan in my head. I was terrified and in so much emotional pain, and I felt completely alone. I honestly, truly thought that if I died, no one would care. Bullying at school didn’t help the situation. I looked for an outlet in sports, specifically basketball, but intense performance anxiety prevented me from reaching my full potential.


When I was eighteen, I finally decided that this was enough pain; I needed to tell somebody. In tears, I showed my parents my wrists, and, like I predicted, they acted with anger instead of compassion and empathy. This moment helped define such a strong will in me to advocate against the stigma of mental health in my future. I was immediately prescribed medication from the family doctor, not even taken to a therapist, and luckily, the first medication we tried worked. I have been on it for seven years, and have no plans to stop any time soon.


I knew at age fourteen that I wanted to study mental health in college. I decided to pursue a counseling degree when I was nineteen and began looking at graduate schools. Throwing myself into this field has been the best adventure I’ve ever been on, and I know it’s what I’m meant to do. I’m good at my job; I know how important it is to be a support for someone who has none. I wish I had had the same support during my suffering.


Additionally, it’s not to say that symptoms are completely gone due to my medication; they come and go quite often and I will suffer a panic attack once every few months. The difference now is that I understand myself, the disorders, the stigma, and the coping mechanisms to combat the symptoms. I’m so incredibly proud to identify as a woman with mental illness, and I look forward to raising awareness about mental health and decreasing the stigma surrounding it in the future."