It was my junior year of college on a Sunday morning when I saw an incoming call from my dad on my cell. I grew up in a southern town where Sunday mornings were strictly for church… not for phone calls. I knew something was wrong.
“Have you heard about Elizabeth?” were his first words followed by, “She shot herself.”
Tearing through every file in my head of people I knew named Elizabeth I finally came to one, but immediately pushed it aside because there is no way it could be her…
She was happy, always happy. She was forever willing to cheer someone else up or lend a hand to a complete stranger in need.
Little did everyone know she was also struggling because it was her…
Hours passed of uncertainty as to if she was going to make it through until she was taken off life support and the most beautiful soul I know passed away.
I’m writing this because of a stigma. A stigma against mental health. As I struggle through my post grad years and trying to figure out myself, I am becoming more aware of my mental health and how important it is. Suicide has been on the rise since 2007 and that needs to stop. For that to stop the negative stigma that mental health has NEEDS TO STOP.
Humans were not made to take on this world alone. We were made to do it together. Asking for help is okay. It means you want to be healthy in all senses of the word. At one time or the other everyone needs a mental check up even if it means just venting to your mom or best friend.
This world is real shitty sometimes and can easily make you feel the same. Don’t be
afraid to ask for help or reach out to someone.
PEOPLE NEED OTHER PEOPLE