I was 21 years old when I had my mental break and thought someone had followed me home at night. This night led to years of intensive therapy, medication changes, hospitalizations and insecurity.
I could not have gotten through these tough years without the love, support and advocacy of my mom and dad. They are my superheroes.
Now, at 28, I work at a mental health clinic taking walk-ins and call-ins of people looking for resources or guidance on options.Read more on themighty.com