and when I say “spoke,” I mean at a podium in front of a room full of people.
My school’s chapter of Active Minds had an event where students spoke about their own personal experiences with mental illness. I wasn’t supposed to speak, I just attended the event, but when I got there they were short a couple speakers so I made a spur-of-the-moment decision. I scribbled notes on the back of a receipt during the first speakers, and then got up and talked. I talked about my history, my first episode of depression at 14, being suicidal, cutting myself, getting better and getting worse again. I told everyone that it’s always more complicated than it is in the movies. It can take a while to find a therapist that you connect with, and it can take a few tries to find a medication that works for you. I talked about the struggle to find the line between identity and disease, the tension between knowing that mental illness never goes away, it’s a part of my life, but it still doesn’t define me as a person.
If I’d had the time to really prepare, I’m sure I would have been more coherent, and I would have made my point more clearly. Still, I feel like I did a good job. People came up to me afterward and told me so.
It was really scary at first, but then I got into it and it felt good. Afterward I felt mush less stressed than I had been since last week. It will be weird today walking around school wondering who exactly was there, and if people recognize me. I know this is self-centered but part of me feels today is a little anti-climactic. It feels like such a big thing for me, I just shared my most private emotional self in front of complete strangers, how can this be a normal Tuesday for everyone else? (Don’t worry, though, I am aware that the world doesn’t revolve around me.)
I think I was able to do this mainly because I’m starting to come to terms with who I am. There are things I will have to struggle with in my life that other people won’t, and there are things I may not be able to change, but I’m a complete person with a complete identity, and I’m ok with that. Speaking about all this actually helped solidify that feeling for me.
Anyway, I’m not really trying to make a point here, I just wanted to share. I’m proud of myself!
