My Story
Every year on BellLetsTalk day, I prepare to tell my story with the hopes of encouraging just one person to feel like they are not alone. But every year on this day, I write, then delete, then rewrite, then delete again. I've built up this idea in my head that once I talk about my illness and experiences, that I will slowly lose the people I love, because my "fake" happy and perfect world will be revealed. I think, how do you trust someone who has been lying to you for so many years? Or how do you love someone who can be so unstable? Well, here it is... My struggle with mental health began when I was 18. At the time, my life was rapidly changing, affected by circumstances out of my control. My family, my sense of belonging, and my stability all crumbled before me, and in the midst of the chaos, my illness took a back seat. When I was diagnosed, I was by myself at a doctor's office near my bubbie's house. I remember thinking to myself, how...