āMy biggest regret is not getting help for my mental health sooner than I did. In eighth grade, I started to feel a lack of passion for what I used to be interested in, and my life seemed like this alternate reality, and I was just an actress who forgot her lines. I started to struggle badly with self-esteem and body image more than the average person, and later I learned that this was because I likely have something called body dysmorphia. Depression and anxiety ate up every happy part of me, and it finally crossed the line between being a moody teenager into a serious and dangerous mental illness. When I realized this over the summer before ninth grade, I asked my parents for help by showing interest in having a psychologist. I had heard of this over media, in books, from friends, etc. and it seemed like something that could help me. Having a designated place for getting help and talking about what's taking over your life is infinitely better than keeping it in and bottling it up. I always wish I did this sooner. Finding a therapist was difficult because lots of people enjoy having a professional to talk to. Despite the months it took to find a therapist, this was a significant step in recovery for me. Time passed and I'm thankful that I asked for help, and that I got it. Now, over almost a year in therapy, I've learned about how to cope with mental illness. I've dealt with anxiety through therapy and some body image issues as well. However, a part of me was still feeling dissociated and numb to things that would've made me happy or sad if I had a proper chemical balance in my brain, andĀ I still wasn't over being ashamed of my physical appearance either. Mainly, I was still struggling with depression. It had been over a year of trying to fight it daily and I just wanted to feel like a regular person. After about six months of therapy, my psychologist recommended that I find a psychiatrist. After a month of searching for one, my mom found a doctor that diagnosed me with depression and prescribed medicine for my chemical imbalance. Finally, as of this past week, I've felt happy at the right times. I've felt sad at the right times. I've felt right. Two years ago, I never would have imagined being secure and confident in myself, but I am. If you feel depressed or anxious or bad in any way from no cause, it's worth getting help. Don't second guess yourself. You know yourself best, and as I learned, it's never worth suffering and not speaking up. The previously unbelievable can be your reality. You can learn to love yourself and rebuild your mental health. It's worth it.ā