So funny story, I realised recently that my birthday also happens to be World Mental Health Day. Yep, happy birthday to me, today is my birthday. Yet somehow it also seems to fall right smack in the middle of my seasonal depression each year. Both ironic and a strangely relevant birthday present.
Today I turn 24. Luckily for me, I am super self-aware and reflective and have been thinking a lot lately about getting older and what it means. It is strange getting older and trying to plan a future, especially when I spent my whole life planning how to end it. I was suicidal for so long, (haven't acted on it in 7 years, go me), but I always imagined I would be dead by 18. Then after I turned 18 I imagined 22. After 22 passed and I was 5 years clean of suicidal attempts, I was lost, and often still am. What is one supposed to do with a life they never imagined having? What is one to do when they outlived their percieved curfew?
Having my birthday on World Mental Health Day is weird because I have struggled my whole life with mental health and growing older, when I never thought I would, on a day meant for celebration and self-healing. It is strange. This year I choose to spend it in reflection.
A lot of people imagine self-help and self-care as some picture-esque bubble bath with glasses of wine, candles, bath bombs, and a good book. Or some other type of pinterest/instagram worthy pass time. Sometimes they imagine it as therapy or medication. But I feel like people often forget to check in with themselves. Sure, you do that in therapy and professionals can definitely help with that situation, but if you are unable to access therapy or do not feel comfortable doing so, that is okay.
I am spending my birthday this year in reflection, and checking in on myself. I am turning 24 which I would love to spend with a lover or with family and friends, but since adulting is hard I am spending it lowkey. I practically had to beg my roommate to hang out with me since everyone I associate with are adulting and it's the middle of the week. I start a masters program in 2 weeks which is super scary not only because I actually have to apply myself and try, but because it means committing myself to a future that i'm not sure i'm ready for yet. I keep having to make career and living situation decisions and committing to anything and everything is scary. Maybe I am scared because i'm not sure if i'm good enough, maybe i'm scared to live, i'm not sure. All I know is that it is my birthday, it is World Mental Health Day, and I am not okay.
It is OKAY to not be okay. It is okay to do (or don't do) whatever you need in order to have moments of okay. For me right now, I know I am not okay, and I know that I need help. Honestly, admitting that is one of the hardest parts to healing. It's also hard knowing that mental health is not and never will be something that can be "cured" or fully healed. Just because I won the battle all those years ago with suicide does not mean my war on depression was somehow won. There will forever be steps to take, and there will be bad days.
For this year's World Mental Health Day, I am pledging to continue to check in on myself. While it is a small step that should and eventually will be followed up with bigger ones, I find it comforting enough to know in this moment where I stand. Emotions are hard to understand, trauma is hard to work through/past, and I am proud that I at least know and understand what I am up against. Someday, when I finally get the *professional* help I need, this will all come in handy. But for now, happy birthday to me, and happy World Mental Health Day to all of you. I hope this day serves as a beacon of comfort to all who need it 💖