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••This look was completely inspired by mental health and awareness.
TRIGGER WARNING: please read at your discretion.
Since the age of 9, I have been dealing/coping/struggling/whatever you want to call it, with my mental health. Instead of seeking help I began to self-harm in grade 5. At first, it seemed like no big deal, but as the years went by I found myself cutting until my entire torso was covered, scratching myself until I bled and beating my knees with hammers till I could barely get up after.
In grade 8 I finally asked to go see a doctor which led to being diagnosed with depression, severe social anxiety, suicidal tendencies, and depersonalization. I was prescribed with antidepressants but never went on them.
In grade 10 I found myself at boarding school. My mental health quickly began to drop, but I didn’t want anyone to know and I just wanted to fit in. I started to sleep less, staying up for hours having anxiety attacks.
By grade 11 my mental health was at an all-time low. Everything began to be too much and I couldn’t hide it or deal with it by myself. I decided to see the school doctor and was once again prescribed with antidepressants. As months went by I continued to feel worse and in return, my dosages were steadily increased until I was at 8x my original dosage and also on an antipsychotic. I remember my doctor telling me I just wasn’t going to get better. Luckily during this time, I started to see an incredible therapist who really helped.
When grade 12 came I still wasn’t “better”, but I had learned what helped and what made me feel worse. I also stopped taking medications that weren’t doing anything and seeing that doctor. I realized I needed to focus on myself and that asking for help when I needed it wasn’t something I should feel ashamed of.
This leads me to the present day, I can’t say that my mental health is always the best or that I am always happy, but I can say that I know I have an incredible support system when I need it.
If you think that you might need help please know that there is absolutely nothing wrong with that and there are people out there who truly care about you.
Stay kind lovelies💕••