Working to be who I am
Every year as it gets cooler and days get shorter, everything turns a bit gray for me. The leaves fall the sun sets at 5:30; and suddenly l feel exhausted. I can’t do anything except sleep and eat. Some days my appetite leaves me as well. A gloominess overtakes me. I make a call to my therapist and send an email to my psychiatrist; it is that time of year again.
I have seasonal affective disorder (SAD).
SAD is a form of Major Depressive Disorder (MDD). I was diagnosed with SAD and eventually MDD because during my sophomore year as winter came and went, the depression never left. It squirmed its way into the summer; I got anxious about the endless amount of time I would now have, without school, to be sad. My depression had touched the one thing that was supposed to be a break: summer.
I decided it was enough.
That year, my friends and I had a pool party after the last day of school. I remember tightly holding myself together whilst everyone swam. It was as if the less I spoke, the less they could see was going on inside. I got in my car to leave, and as soon as I turned away from the pool, I was sobbing. I cried for hours on end. I cried because I was crying. Wasn’t the last day of school supposed to be the happiest day of a high schooler’s life?
I decided I needed to make a greater change. I needed to fight back. I was going to therapy every week but clearly, that was not enough. I was fed up. I asked my therapist about antidepressants. The word was bittersweet. Antidepressants. I couldn’t really believe it was something I needed. I always thought my depression would never be that bad. I never wanted it to be that bad. My therapist picked up on my hesitation.
So I started to take medication.
About a month later I woke up, immediately rose out of bed and looked out the window and smiled. I smiled. For no reason whatsoever. I cracked open my window and breathed in the fresh air. It was as if this whole time, I hadn’t really been breathing. I took a deep breath. For a moment I felt real again. A tear fell down my cheek, a tear of joy. I knew I had made it out.
Even after that first smile, I still had my bad days. Which is 100 percent, completely natural. I still had moments where I didn’t feel like myself. But what mattered the most was that I was having moments when I did. My coping mechanisms had finally began to work. Everything I was doing to try to get better had worked. Slowly but successfully I had begun to build myself back up.
I work really hard to be who I am. It sounds funny but it’s true. I have to. And that’s okay.
I’m asked all the time how I can be so cheery and positive: I’ve worked for it.
I have four alarms that remind me to take my medication. Every day in the winter from around 5-7, I use my light box- a special lamp that imitates the sun’s light. I exercise at least three times a week. I make sure I always eat and drink enough water. I have a bedtime. I journal every day. I go to therapy. I go to the psychiatrist. I smile at others. I tell people if I don’t feel good. I don’t keep my depression a secret. I don’t put school work before my mental health. I say no to people. I say yes to people. I have an anxiety bag full of knick knacks that help me calm down. I carry my journal with me in case I start to spiral downhill. I combat my own thoughts. I write down messages to myself:
I am smart. I am beautiful. I am not my depression. I will be okay.
You are not alone. I, for one, I am with you.
If you need immediate help, call the National Suicide Prevention lifeline at 1-800-273-8255, or text START to 741-741.
When Andrea is not in school she is working on theatre. She is the president of Community Ensemble Theatre (CET), assistant directing CET's fall show Love and Information, and will be playing Shirley in CET spring musical, "Disaster!". Theatre is her passion and she hopes to further pursue it and education in college.
Art imitates life; how is an actor to properly do their job if they do not know the world around them? This year, Schnell hopes to use her work as a journalist, interacting with the world, to inform her work in theatre.