Sharing – Opinion: Mental health support saved my life. But what if I’d had to wait?
Similar to what Marissa wrote, I’ve had this same thought myself many times:
I’ve often thought about how different my story could have been if I hadn’t had that support — if I’d been forced to wait, or if care had been out of reach.
https://www.ctinsider.com/opinion/article/mental-health-ct-norwalk-20959431.php
I have told my story many times over. Not just the abuse I suffered as a child, or the depression I dealt with as a teen and young adult, but also my path to healing and recovery. That path included many advantages that other survivors do not have. I had parents to provide a roof over my head while I was unable to work. I had insurance coverage that made therapy available, including some rather intense weeks of daily appointments to check in for neurofeedback sessions, and a brother who worked in the field to help me figure out how to keep that coverage. I had people step up and help me get off the streets when I was at my worst. I had a friend who was a doctor who could pull strings to get me where I needed to be after my first fuque incident. I had a boss who supported me and made all the necessary accommodations to help me continue working and getting paid until I could no longer do so.
At any point in that journey, through all the ups and downs, not having support and access to a resource may have meant the difference between my healing and my not being here to type these words.
I think about that a lot, too. I think about how many unknown people have been lost who didn’t have that one connection or access to that one resource that could have helped them keep going. It’s a haunting thought. It’s a thought that motivates me to keep speaking and expect better from our society.
To go back to the post above, I’ll give Marissa the last word:
I survived because I didn’t have to wait. Because I had people who carried me until I could stand on my own. That shouldn’t be rare. That should be the standard.
No one should have to suffer in silence.
Healing shouldn’t be determined by your ZIP code.
Luck shouldn’t determine who gets help.
Access to timely quality mental health support saves lives — it saved mine.
Mine too.
