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How I Learned to Cope with Anxiety And Depression



An Asian man wearing a black jacket and a white hat stands outside in the woods in front of two trees.

‘A period of adolescence’ is what my psychologist told me, but I knew it was more than that. I was only in 9th grade when I felt a strange void in my heart.

On the outside, peers saw me as a positive and outgoing individual who did it all. I did well academically, played varsity football, ran varsity track, danced, played instruments and sang in vocal ensembles.

I had many friends, near and distant, loving family members as well as supportive mentors. Life seemed beautiful outwardly, but internally I was ceasing to exist in my own happiness.

How could I have fallen so deep into this abyss that was seemingly never-ending? From days to weeks to months of crying, apathetically lying in bed, barcoding my wrists, I couldn’t deal with it anymore. ‘Dear mom, dad and brother: I’m done.’

Everyone told me I’d get better. Everyone told me this was normal to go through. It’s been 6 months and I’m still feeling like I don’t belong in this world…” Maybe it was best for me to not write a goodbye letter.

I can’t imagine how my family would have felt if they were to have found the letter before I came back from my attempt at jumping off the bridge.

Suicidal ideations were raging through my head. I thought the world wouldn’t care if I were to end my life. This would have been the quickest way to end my misery.

Ten years later to this day, I’m still alive and I could not be any more grateful. That daunting day, something in my heart and mind clicked for me to convince myself to live on.

Was it my faith in Christianity? Was it my sudden burst of forced optimism? Was it because my competitive prideful nature told me not to lose this game against my mental illness?

To this day, I still don’t know what turned me around, but whatever it was, I could not be happier to be alive. If there was one thing I succeeded in doing, however, was reaching out to friends and family for comfort and help.

At the age of 14, I had no idea that this feeling of perpetual melancholy was depression. Yet, I seeked help even when I didn’t know for what and even when I didn’t want to. This ultimately helped me in the long run as I still battle with depression and anxiety today.

My depression comes sporadically, but when it does come I tell myself that I don’t identify myself as a depressed human being. I realized that during depression, many people including myself desire happiness, but we also subconsciously enjoy the self-pity and attention from others.

Rather than sinking deeper into our state of self-pity, let’s force ourselves to be optimistic. During my times of anxiety, I will sit on my bed with my legs crossed and meditate in silence for 5-10 minutes focusing on nothing, but my own breathing.

I constantly remind myself that I have much more to live for and that no matter how tough the situation gets, it will always get better as long as I am being active in trying to better myself.

Self-sufficiency in moderation is good for you, but do remember that there is nothing wrong with seeking out help from friends, family and even strangers.

You are loved and you matter in this world. Don’t let depression define who you are as a person. Don’t let depression beat you. You are more than capable of beating it.

When you beat it once, you’ll come to realize how much easier it becomes in beating it again. I dream that one day we will live in a world where mental illness such as depression and anxiety will no longer be taboo.

One day, we will all live to support each other in times of difficulty and adversity. Let’s live life beautifully with a grateful heart and mind.

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How Faith Cured My Mental Health Issues




This young man shares how his relationship with faith helped him cope with his mental health problems over time.

A really low point in my life was when my uncle died. During my sophomore year, my school had a strict policy of no phones out during class hours. When I got out of class that day, the first thing I did was check my phone.

When I turned it on, I saw that I had a missed call from my mother. I called her back to see what she wanted, and she had told me that she was over my Aunt Norma’s house.

This was very odd to me because they normally only speak to each other on holidays. I figured the reason she was over there was to talk about Thanksgiving which was quickly approaching.

I still thought it was a bit strange, so I asked my mom what she was doing over there. The response that she had given me was one that I never thought I’d be hearing. My mother told me the reason that she went over, was because my uncle had died.

I was in complete shock over the news I had just heard. I felt the tears starting to form, but for some reason, I was not allowing myself to cry. His voice started playing in my head. It was at that moment I realized that it is possible to lose your loved ones.

Death is a concept I was familiar with, but not something I had experienced before. I had not realized the impact death could have on me, and my family. My heart was crushed, and I was not sure how to cope with this.

As the day of my uncle’s funeral approached, reality started to settle in. When the day of his funeral came, I was dreading going the whole time. My family started filling in the chairs, and I was surrounded by sadness and misery. For me, being around a scene like that was hard to deal with.  

After some time, I decided to go to the front and look at my uncle. This casket held the person who made life enjoyable for me. The man that showed me how to live life to the fullest. This was one of the lowest points in my life, but I knew he would not want me to be sad.

Life might seem unbearable at times, but having faith can get you through anything. Faith will give you strength. It will heal your soul and remind you that you will get better no matter how hard life gets. 

 Recently, I have surrounded myself with a support system. They understand my pain and are willing to help me in any way that they can. I learned that in order to get better, I needed to ask for help. I started doing different activities such as band which keep my mind occupied.

 The advice I would have for others during a low point in their life would be to reach out to others. Sometimes we are afraid to ask for help, but it is nothing to be ashamed about. I thought that sheltering myself from others would be beneficial, but in reality, it wasn’t.

You might feel alone, but you’re not. It took me a while to take this all in, but I’m finally starting to feel like myself again with the support of family and friends.

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How My Job as a Cashier Triggered My Depression




A young lady explains how her job as a cashier has made her depression worse.
North Ridgeville, Ohio

Although I have recently overcome my depression, it’s still a touchy subject for me to talk about. My depression began about a year ago. When I started my job at Altitude Trampoline Park.

At first, working there was so much fun. I enjoyed working with the kids and even made some lifelong friendships with some of my co-workers. This quickly changed for me when I met our general manager.

Going into work became more of a drag. And, I struggled to get out of bed most days to go there. My general manager was very aggressive and degrading.

He wanted to make sure all the employees knew that he was in charge. And that he held all the power in that establishment. Going into work started to become my trigger for my depression.

There were days when I felt like I could actually make it a fun day at work, but that dream was short-lived once I walked through those doors. My lowest point was the first day I was promoted to a cashier. What brought joy to my workday was working with the children. So being promoted to cashier meant I had to work closely with my GM.

Little did I know that being a cashier also meant dealing with rude customers who yelled at me for things I couldn’t control. When I asked the GM for help, he would look at me with confusion and tell me to handle it myself. This led me to breakdown and I knew I had to make some sort of change.

I ended up quitting that job and finding a new job that I absolutely love. I have been at this establishment for about 5 months now and I couldn’t be happier.

To those struggling with depression, I recommend finding a passion. At times you might feel like you are not in control of your life, but you are, and only you can make you happy.

Find something that you truly love. And invest all your time in it. I’ve found that keeping your mind busy is a great way to distract yourself from anything that could potentially be mentally or physically draining for you.

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How I Stopped Feeding My Sadness to Overcome Depression




This young lady explains how her departure of feeding her sadness has overcame her depression.
Elyria, Ohio

My first experience of depression was in seventh grade. I always knew bullying was a thing. I just never thought I’d be the one going through it. From what I can recall, I was bullied from October of my seventh-grade year until the end of eighth grade.

At the beginning of middle school, I started dating this guy who, at first I thought was amazing. 

As time went on, he found ways to manipulate me, lead me on, and mentally abused me. 

Honestly, I don’t know if I would have been strong enough to end things at that age. The mental abuse was brutal. Thankfully he moved away so I was free of him and all his insanity. 

I wish I could say that Middle School was my lowest point, but that didn’t occur until my freshman year.

It was like no matter what I did, I couldn’t make myself happy. Every time I got happy, something would happen and my mental health would decline. 

To kinda overcome it, I separated myself from anything that made me sad. I stopped feeding into my sadness and would keep myself busy. 

I would stop intentionally listening to sad music. I would unfollow people that made me feel worthless. I unfollowed and unadded people that I once considered friends. 

But those people would tear me down and switch up on me in a heartbeat. I disconnected myself from them and started working on myself little by little. I would get out of bed if I felt sad because I knew that laying there would be worse. 

To anyone feeling this way, I would definitely say that by feeding into it, you’re gonna make it worse. This is what I tell all my friends struggling with depression. If you’re sad, go out and do something. Even if you just go for a walk.

By laying in bed and just staring at blank space or listening to sad music, you’re gonna consume yourself with that sadness. And I promise it makes everything so much worse. 

Keeping yourself active and knowing when to say enough is enough, is definitely the most important lesson that I had to learn for myself because even my best friend would just feed into the game that is depression.

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