Students share stories of overcoming
September 19, 2019
“In seventh grade, I was bullied a lot by people, mainly racial slurs, by who I thought were my friends, so I let it happen. I was growing more and more upset. Towards the end of eighth grade I was still stressed and sad, so I decided to do something. I took a lot of pills. I ended up getting sick from them and I had to go to the hospital. They took my vitals and gave me more medicine since it was too late to pump my stomach. After my vitals stabilized, I was given no choice but to stay at an inpatient facility. I didn’t like staying there, so my mom advocated for me to be placed in an outpatient group. I missed about four weeks of school. I had to get a therapist. I wasn’t put on medication at first, but a few months later I went to the doctor by myself to talk to her about putting me on anti-depressants.
About a year later, I stopped seeing my therapist as often, and more recently, I’ve been able to stop taking my medication. The combination of those things and my friends have helped me a lot.”
“It all started at the beginning of freshman year. It was difficult to adapt to the new environment and finding all my classes. I decided ‘This is it. I’m going to kill myself.’ But I got scared and I didn’t want to do it. I went to bed that night and I was scared and worried. I went to school the next day like everything was normal, but it was hard to get through the day and every day
After going through months of this pain, I filled out a sheet in Student Services, asking about hospitalization for depression. They called me down and said I had to talk to Ms. Kwiatt, a social worker. She recommended Linden Oaks. I went there after I was released from school. It was scary. I didn’t know what was going to happen. They let me go home that day because I did not say I was suicidal. The next day I had to take an assessment. It wasn’t scary, I was comfortable, and I told her everything. They recommended me for the out-patient program, where I would stay there all day long and go home at night. I did that for about a month, and it was the best thing. The environment was relaxed, and I didn’t have the stress of high school. It was disappointing that I missed out on a lot of my freshman year, but it worked out okay. Two weeks after I left Linden Oaks, the happiness I was feeling went away. Before I went to Linden Oaks, I didn’t know I had depression, I just thought I was a little upset. It was clearly much more than that. But now, to take you up to speed, it’s a year later. I am still at work with my depression. I’m still battling it, and it’s still a war. But now, I have survival skills I use to keep myself alive. Even though I still struggle, I have hope that things will get better.”