A Daily Iowan news reporter writes about their journey with #mentalhealth struggles.
Lillian Poulsen, News Reporter
Trigger warning: this article mentions #suicide, #eatingdisorders, and self-harm.
#Mentalhealth is something I’ve struggled with my entire life. I grew up a chubby, closeted #bisexual, unsure of myself and afraid to share some parts of my identity.
It wasn’t until eighth grade that I recognized that my thoughts, feelings, and experiences meant something deeper than teenage angst.
After a rough night, I cried to my mom about my fears of having #anxiety and #depression. A few weeks later, I attended my first counseling appointment with a therapist and began the long journey of finding myself.
While I always had a feeling that I had a #mentalillness, I waited until #highschool for the confirmation. My first therapist, Emily, shared that I had symptoms related to Generalized #AnxietyDisorder and severe #depression. At the time, I had little knowledge of what that meant or how it would change my life.
I wasn’t alone in this struggle, however. According to the #NationalAllianceonMentalIllness, one in six U.S. youth aged six to 17 experience a #mentalhealthdisorder each year. Additionally, suicide is the second-leading cause of death among people aged 10 to 34.
Throughout #highschool I saw Emily, and she helped me through many problems. While she walked me through traumatic events in my life, she mainly helped me build the confidence to live each day.
Body image affected me a lot throughout middle #school and #highschool. I worried about watching my weight, controlling what I ate, and exercising often.
According to Park Nicollet Melrose Center, 53 percent of 13-year-old #American #girls are unhappy with their bodies, and this number grows to 78 percent by the time they reach 17. Around 30 percent of 10 to 14-year-olds are actively dieting, and #adolescent #girls who diet frequently are 12 times as likely to binge eat as #girls who don’t.
Throughout my journey with Emily, I formed life-long friendships, found value within myself, and felt confident in my future.
When I first started therapy, I was a young #teenager struggling with body image issues, self-harm, and #suicidalideation. Therapy opened a door for me that I didn’t know existed, and I wouldn’t be the same without it.
While I was fortunate to have a mom who believed me when I said I needed help, it was a struggle to explain my #mentalhealth to other people in my family who viewed it as something that I could just overcome.
After I graduated #highschool, I felt ready for college. At my last session with Emily, she told me I was in a good spot and ready to face the new adventure ahead.
Since I felt so certain of myself, I went into college thinking I wouldn’t need a therapist. I quickly learned this wasn’t the case after struggling for months on my own.
Welcome to the “next chapter” of my life… being a voice and an advocate for #mentalhealthawarenessandsuicideprevention, especially pertaining to our younger generation of students and student-athletes.
Getting men to speak up and reach out for help and assistance is one of my passions. Us men need to not suffer in silence or drown our sorrows in alcohol, hang out at bars and strip joints, or get involved with drug use.
Having gone through a recent bout of #depression and #suicidalthoughts myself, I realize now, that I can make a huge difference in the lives of so many by sharing my story, and by sharing various resources I come across as I work in this space. #http://bit.ly/JamesMentalHealthArticle
During my sophomore year of college, I continued to struggle but found some help at University Counseling Services. I attended a couple of sessions when I was really struggling and felt it was enough for me.
In 2017, 2,376 #students visited University Counseling Services, according to a 2017 annual report. People spent 6,344 hours in individual counseling in 2017.
Junior year of college was a turning point for me in my #mentalhealth journey, one that I never saw myself taking after my first therapy session at 13.
While I struggled my first semester of junior year because of the #COVID-19 #pandemic, it wasn’t until my second semester that I had reached a breaking point.
After letting my #anxiety and #depression build for several months surrounding various issues in my life including sexuality, religion, academics, and body image, I found myself having the worst panic attack of my life in March 2021.
After spiraling for the entire night while with my friends and sister, I made a phone call to my mom the next morning.
I told my mom I needed her to come to Iowa City immediately and that I wasn’t safe. I also called my boss and the #suicidehotline, because I was afraid of what I would do if I was alone.
My mom made the two-hour drive from West Des Moines to pick me up. On the way back to my house, I continued to panic and thought I might die. It was the scariest thing I’ve ever experienced.
I struggled for weeks at home before my #parents took me to a psychiatric unit in Des Moines. The hospital didn’t have enough bed space, so I ended up going home. More weeks passed as I struggled with the inability to sleep through the night or go a single day without a panic attack.
In July, my #mentalhealth had deteriorated so much that my #parents decided to drive me to the University of Iowa Hospitals and Clinics to get help. There, I spent a week in the medical psych unit while #physicians attempted to figure out what was going on with my brain.
After that, I was transferred to the psych unit of the hospital, where I spent a week struggling with my #mentalhealth. While there, I learned that I had #PostTraumaticStressDisorder and #ObsessiveCompulsiveDisorder — two #mentalillnesses of which I had minimal knowledge.
While it was the most difficult time of my life, I leaned on people to help me through it. Without this support, I wouldn’t be where I am today.
When I went to the psych unit in Iowa City, I lost friendships, including one with my best friend at the time. She decided that my struggles were too much for her to handle, even though I was at the lowest point of my life.
I learned a valuable but painful lesson: The people who care about me will stick by me even when it’s hard. Even though I lost this friendship, I gained my confidence back, built stronger relationships with my friends and family, and finally got the help I needed.
Mental health is something that will always play a role in my life. I’m grateful for the people who continue to check on me and make sure I’m doing OK.
If you’re struggling, I can only hope that the people in your life will be there for you. But if you’re like me and ever feel alone in your struggle, just know that I’m right there with you, cheering you on.
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About the ContributorLillian Poulsen, News Reporter
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Lillian Poulsen is a News Reporter for The Daily Iowan….