Thursday, October 4, 2012

Second Chances

“We all have big changes in our lives that are more or less second chances.” – Harrison Ford
 
 
Growing up, I was always terrified of change. My parents and I moved to a new house when I was 9, and I was devastated. It was less than a mile away from our old house. Ridiculous, right? Now that I’ve experienced a good number more changes in my life, my opinion of them has…well, changed. In the past couple of years, I’ve come to agree more and more with that quote from the (wait for it) legendary Mr. Ford. I’ve been given my fair share of second chances, probably more than I deserve. In order to get to this point, though – in order to see these big changes as second chances – I had to go all the way down to rock bottom and come all the way back up.

(trigger warning: depression and suicidal ideation)

Last spring, I was the closest I’ve ever been to rock bottom. Really, I felt myself brushing up against the stone at the bottom of the pit while I was desperately grasping at the ropes holding me up. My fourth year of college/second year of pharmacy school was the longest and absolute worst episode of it. Most of the year is a blur, especially fall 2011. I had brief periods of feeling awake and alive, but soon I slipped right back into the fog that had surrounded me.

I spent the spring semester playing catch-up, trying to get back to a satisfactory point in all aspects of my life: school, relationships, responsibilities, etc. And I just couldn’t do it. I was about to be kicked out of school, probably should have been dismissed from my job, and felt more alone than ever before. I was spread so thin that I couldn’t fix even one area of my life adequately. So I hoped, wished, and wanted to end it. There were so many nights when I was so close, but I couldn’t. I had to keep going because of my friends, mentors, and peers, especially those at Creighton.

This summer, I started taking an antidepressant. If you’re at all familiar with antidepressants, you know that they take a good 6-8 weeks before they really kick in. I definitely noticed that difference after about 8 weeks. May, June, and early July 2012 were extraordinarily difficult months; I couldn’t have a conversation with my parents without someone ending up in tears or screaming, I lost the job that I’d only had for a couple months, and most of my friends moved away or were going to move soon. But things started changing mid-July. I got a new job, I figured out how my relationships were going to work, and the rift between my parents and me began to mend. Now I can say that, while I may not have everything figured out, I’m pretty dang satisfied with the life I’m currently living.

I was given a second chance at life this year. I know that I’m lucky to be able to say that. They were the ropes holding me up in that pit called rock bottom. I was (and still am) incredibly fortunate to be surrounded by people whom I love and who love me in return. Things are not perfect, and maybe they never will be. But I know that the community I’ve built for myself will always be here to support me.
 
Mental health is a topic not often brought up in polite conversation. It’s tender, unpleasant, and uncomfortable, so we as a society tend to avoid discussing it. The problem with that is that it’s something we need to talk about. Maybe you’ve had experiences similar to mine, or that you will in the future. And I want you to know that you are not alone, no matter how much it feels like it. There is and always will be someone who loves you. There is and always will be someone who can stand with you. I know it’s terrifying to reach out for help, but it’s worth it. And who knows…maybe it seems like the world is crashing down around you, but in the end you’ll find that life gives you a second chance.

As the 10th Doctor says, “The human race just keeps on going, keeps on changing. Life will out!” Find those changes, take those chances, and make your life what you want it to be. Only you can do that, but don’t forget – there are always going to be people to help you do it.

Kindly,


Ali G.

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