9 years ago today was my first trip to the ER for suicidal ideations with a plan.
I had just been diagnosed with anxiety, panic disorder and depression, although I had been experiencing it long before an official diagnosis.
I remember being terrified. I was angry. I refused to talk to the crisis worker. I didn’t know what was going to happen next.
Fast forward 9 years and this is still something I struggle with. I wish I could say those days are in the past, but they’re not. Since then, I’ve taken 10+ trips to the ER for the same thing.
This is likely something I’ll struggle with for the rest of my life.
But if I’ve been able to somewhat handle it for the past 9 years, I’ll be able to do it for the next 9 years.
The fight is never over. •