When I was at work seven years ago, I started experiencing depression
and hearing different voices in my head. I didn't know what was going on. After a while of trying to deal with
the feelings and the voices, I eventually overdosed – I just wanted it to all end.
I got help at a treatment center and was diagnosed with depression and schizoaffective disorder. I started taking
medications and going to my local mental health center to see a psychiatrist. Things seemed to get a little better,
but after a while I was in and out of hospitals. Ultimately I found out that I couldn't just rely on my
medications – I had to put in some effort too.
I started going to Mental Health America in Montgomery, and it helped me being around others who had been through
the same thing. I started visiting the drop-in center regularly and doing art and painting.
These days I take it one day at a time or a second at a time if I need to. I'm lucky because my parents have been
behind me and supported me from day one. I go see my doctor every three months and my therapist once a month.
I've come to understand that I have an illness, but I’m much more than that. I want others to understand that
recovery is possible.