Leah Pollick
Stories (3/0)
The Process
There are so many ways to handle mental health issues and I can honestly say I've tried several different approaches. My most prominent approach however, would definitely be avoiding and ignoring it. That was a huge part of my problem leading into the summer going into my senior year of college. I suppressed all of the emotions that were starting to eat me alive, and was I slowly began to crumble and lose control. After my panic attack in June, I decided to reach out for help for the first time ever and let me tell you, it was not even slightly easy. Like I've mentioned before, I was always the one helping my friends and family and was always "the rock" and never felt like I needed help. I've realized it is hard for me to accept help because I was so accustomed to helping others, and I felt a certain pressure to always be okay. But once my emotions started to affect my everyday life in a negative way, I had to put my hard-headed feelings aside and accept that I was not okay.
By Leah Pollick5 years ago in Psyche
Senior Year, Best Year Ever! Right?
Well, not exactly. Going into my senior year of college, I had one thing on my mind—which was to get through fall semester. And let me tell ya, college was not a walk in the park for me by any means. School never came easily to me and I had to work very hard for the grades I have. So by my senior year, I was expecting to have that feeling of satisfaction, knowing I freaking made it to my senior year after all of the trials and tribulations I had been through. Well, that wasn't exactly the case, and for the entirety of my fall semester, knowing the end of college was near was the only thing getting me through the day. It was a very unfortunate way of looking at things during what was supposed to be the happiest year of my life, which took another huge toll on my mental health.
By Leah Pollick5 years ago in Psyche
2018...
This has taken a lot of guts for me to sit down and write this, but my hope of being able to help others was enough for this to all happen. I wanted to write this to share my mental health story that has been an ongoing struggle for the past six months. I have always prided myself in being a rock for my friend's and constantly being the friend to cry to, to lean on, and that can "handle anything." This year, however, was one like none other and has changed me in more ways than one. After losing two of my best friend's parents, one of which was a second mother to me my entire life, and both grandparents, my perspective on life, death, and mental health changed forever.
By Leah Pollick5 years ago in Psyche