Green Ribbon Month: I thought that I was made wrong because I couldn’t feel happiness

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Zoe Alicia is an ambassador with See Change and is sharing her story in support of the Green Ribbon project this May. For more information check out greenribbon.ie.

I grew up in the countryside. Rolling green hills, farmyard after farmyard, lakes in the middle of valleys, and animals everywhere. It was idyllic; the type of Ireland tourists would pay to experience. I never appreciated the beauty and peacefulness of where I lived growing up. To me, the quiet was a sign that I was left out. It was in this setting that my mental health story began.

As a kid I always felt different. I didn’t know quite what it was; I could never put my finger on it. I remember being three/four years old sitting in the back seat of my parents’ car trying to convince everyone I was an alien.

“Why do you say that?” a voice from the front seat asks.
“Because I’m not like everyone else.”

At 12 years old I started secondary school with high hopes of a new journey. I had found the last year of primary school isolating and I knew I was unhappy. Secondary school offered the chance of a fresh start. But it didn’t last long.

Throughout my time in secondary school, I was mocked for my appearance. I was teased over my acne, my weight, my psoriasis, my eczema, my nose, how I walked and how I talked. These were things that I had no control over. And yet they singled me out for ridicule. When it came to academics, the very thing we are in school for, I was again teased for my early achievements. Those A results quickly fell to C’s and D’s. I ended up having to cheat to pass tests. I failed exams.

I briefly started to self-harm in my Junior Cert year. I was angry and stressed and I remember hoping my mum would notice. I wanted someone to notice that I was not okay.

My classmates reinforced my sense of feeling different. They told me and showed me and others my differences. I became deeply unhappy. At home, with my family, I was safe. Elsewhere, my life felt like a battleground.

At 18 I had to leave my safe place and move out to study at university. Again, I built this up as a fresh start; a chance to start over and get things right this time.

My move to university triggered a severe depressive episode. I had thought studying would give me a fresh start – a chance to be liked. But I had to leave my safe place for the city. I missed home and my family. They had been the only thing keeping me sane in school.

I stopped eating and sleeping. I stopped being able to study. I couldn’t concentrate or focus. I lost interest in my subjects and lacked motivation. I didn’t care about my appearance; turning up to the odd class I did attend unshowered and in stained clothing. This wasn’t how I had built up university in my head. Where were my friends? Where was the fun that everyone else seemed to be having?

I wanted to disappear. I began to self-harm again, and my thoughts turned to suicide.

Eventually, I turned up to a GP office sobbing my heart out and begging for help. At 18 years old I was diagnosed with severe depression. I saw a psychiatrist, was put on medication and started going to counselling.

For so long I had thought that there was something wrong with me. That I was made wrong. That I would never be able to experience happiness. My diagnosis changed everything because I learned it wasn’t me, it was an illness.

I never felt like I belonged anywhere until I started treatment for my illness. Between the professional help and support I received and the tools I self-taught or learned from friends (yes, I did make friends after I sought help) I started to recover. The cloud of unease, fear and alienation I felt started to pass. It’s not an easy route. And today, six years later, I am not ‘better’. But I am in recovery.

My mental health story started when I was 12, maybe earlier. And I had no idea what was wrong with me. Today I know that there is hope. And I know that there is hope for you too. Don’t keep it inside and bottle it up. Talk to a friend, a family member, a GP, or just someone you trust. Sometimes all we need is a little help.

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Article by Zoe Forde
A graduate who lives with depression and anxiety. Her experiences with mental illness motivated her to speak out against the stigma surrounding mental illness to ensure no one has to suffer in silence. She discusses her mental health on her blog ibelieveinromeo.com where she writes about stigma, self-care and seeking recovery. Find Zoe on Twitter: @zoealicia101
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