Coming into 2017, I wanted to die. I know the phrase gets overly used because people are bored, I get it and I’ve said it too (most of the time while I was working/volunteering); but coming into this year, I wanted to cease to exist and check out. I learned that I suffer from a severe case of a mental health issue, and I didn’t know what to do. Seriously, what do you do when you lay in bed and feel like you’re chained there and every failed attempt to do right or spark a bit of joy in your life flashes across the ceiling like a moving scrapbook? I digress. Anyway, my life wasn’t bad at that point. Yes, there were bumps in the road, but there are bumps in the road for everybody. I finally broke. I lost friends from the previous year, I lost relationships, I lost my family, and they piled up. One after another, they piled up until I couldn’t brush them off anymore. So, I did what I told my residents I’d do for them when they were in trouble. I signed up for counseling, and didn’t show up. It took a resident having a breakdown for me to go with her and sign up myself to prove that I was a man of my word, like my dad raised me to.
I started going to therapy and they told me that I was showing signs of severe depression and anxiety. I was suicidal coming into 2017, and they wanted me to either be hospitalized or be on medication (but I saw what that did to a loved one and I didn’t want to be carried into bed like I had done for her last summer). The one thing that stuck with me from the therapy sessions is that everything comes in waves. For example: one day, I’d be okay and normal; then the next, I just went through the motions and couldn’t sleep because I just have this urge to cry and replay every hurtful portion of my life (no matter how big or small). I wanted to kill myself, so I could finally be free from me.
I told my family about it and they were worried, and I couldn’t give them an answer as to why. So, I said I’d take it easy.
And that’s exactly what I did.
2017, I came into this year with my circle of friends that knew what I was dealing with and had their own ways of bringing me out of this dark trance. Each of them had their way of checking up on me. For instance, I had two friends that would try to break into my room to make sure I didn’t do anything that would hurt others. I had friends that would go get wings because they were half price and we could just talk about what was on our minds. And I had one friend in particular that would call me a bitch and tell me I wasn’t shit, but in a weird way it made me feel better because it would bring me back to being normal again. I love them in an appreciative way, and wouldn’t have made it through without them.
I couldn’t have gotten through my last year as an Undergraduate without making weird decisions that messed with me, but also made it a hell of a roller coaster. I became close with new people, for both a short and long period of time. I saw the smallest and meanest/sweetest person get elbowed in the head while at a team retreat, and thought “Same” because waves. There was also a beautiful girl in the mix of all things, that I would think about each day and especially at night while I froze and looked at the moon during that retreat. I almost fixed a ton that was wrong or that I had messed up on, but wasn’t able to do so well and I had people I worked with that heard me out and let me grief. I was also brought into a group of veteran volunteers that took me bowling with them, and I learned that bowling while intoxicated is fun, and competing made it better.
Whether it was my depression that kept coming back in waves (some strong and some weak) or my circle that had its own issues or my old people from the summer that I could overly salt chicken with because no can read; I came into the year wanting to kill myself and didn’t.
Now, I’ll always live with these waves and I’ll always be making questionable decisions; but I know that I can handle the waves, for the most part, and I’ll always think back to the elbow and know I ain’t shit in anything I do.
I also got my degree and inherited debt.