Laura
Laura
I want to help the people who slip through the cracks
Laura grew up thinking everyone felt as depressed as she did. She assumed people got out of bed and put on a smile in the morning, even though they were miserable inside.
Inexplicably shy, Laura never learned how to talk to people. Her sadness led to frustration and then to crying spurts and isolation. It wasn’t until she was 19 and started seeing a therapist weekly that she realized her suicidal thoughts were not normal.
I would drive around at night, a suicide letter neatly written on the passenger seat next to me, looking for a hotel where I could end it. I didn’t want anyone I knew to find me.
At age 20, Laura’s condition became even more intense. No longer able to keep herself safe, she was hospitalized. Because Laura had become expert at hiding her feelings, her parents were surprised to learn of her debilitating struggle.
While her family was supportive of her and her efforts to recover, Laura, aware of the societal stigma of mental health, felt deeply ashamed.
I wouldn’t let my parents come visit. I felt like I was letting them down.
Over the next two decades, Laura would hold a number of jobs—at an insurance company and even volunteering with animals—but she would always wind up back in the hospital, averaging 8 to 10 admissions per year.
Lately though, with her sisters, brother, and her cat, Kami, cheering her on, Laura’s been doing better. She had a three-year break from hospitalization before having to go back last March. She’s also learned to express herself with an artistic flair.
I enjoy making cards for members of my family. Birthday cards. Thank you notes. People encourage me to keep doing them, so I do!
Laura is sharing her story because she wants others who are feeling isolated and sad to know they are not alone, and it is okay to ask for help.
If you are getting on a plane in this airport and you are feeling really depressed, talk to someone. No matter what you think, things can improve.
