For my first entry, I want to write about a very important cause to me –mental health.
Why this topic? Well; mental illness was something I struggled with.
When I was 12, I lost my mother to cancer. That is when everything started for me. I started suffering from depression. At first, my days were always full of sadness, some days I never even laughed or cracked a smile, instead, my eyes were always brimming with tears.
I was just angry at the entire world. Back then, I could have sworn that the sun would never shine again and I would spend the rest of my days in darkness. My 12-year-old self never saw herself getting through that and succeeding so much – but she is sure glad she did.
Slowly I have been realizing that mental health deserves the same kind of care and attention as physical health. With this realization, I have been able to seek help and take a lot of weight off of my shoulders. I have been able to talk to my family and my friends, something that I used to be afraid to do for fear of judgement – but I am not afraid anymore.
Now almost 8 years after losing my mom I am able to say that I still have some bad days, but I do have a lot more good ones. I can see that life is worth living to the fullest and each day has something new and exciting in store.