What it was like to open up about my mental health for the first time

Topics mentioned: reaching out for help

About: Opening up about our mental health can be scary, even if it's with people we trust. Rosie explains what this experience was like for her and why she's glad she did it.

When I was struggling with my mental health for the first time, I had the same recurring thoughts that I know lots of other people have: ‘you are faking’, ‘you are making a big deal of nothing’, ‘you are doing this for attention’.

Although it felt like I was moving through a fog, feeling everything at once or nothing at all, I told myself I could only suffer in silence and maintain the illusion that everything was fine. I went to university as usual, I socialised, I did my work, but I could feel myself getting worse and worse as time went on.

I’m sure this rings true for a lot of people. Unfortunately, it’s only recently that mental illnesses like depression and anxiety have become less taboo to talk about.

My fears were made worse by the fact that everyone else around me seemed to be enjoying university, making friends and generally thriving in their new environment, a perception I now know was incorrect. One in six young people aged 16-24 have symptoms of common mental health conditions like depression or an anxiety disorder.

Even after recognising that something wasn’t right with me, it still took about a year before I found the courage to talk to my family about my mental health. Looking back three years later, this seems so silly.

At the time I was worried that the people closest to me were going to join the voice in my head telling me that I was lying and making a fuss over nothing. I wasn’t sure whether they would support me, or dismiss me.

Eventually, when I was home for Christmas, I decided that enough was enough. I couldn’t survive in silence, and even if I was dismissed, at least I had tried. Plus, if needed, I could always seek support elsewhere, like from my friends.

Talking to my mum about my mental health for the first time was probably the scariest - and simultaneously the best - thing I have ever done. The relief of no longer having to pretend to be fine was only just outweighed by the fact that she was immediately supportive and understanding.

She didn't dismiss my feelings. Afterwards, she even went out of her way to research and learn more about depression and anxiety to understand more about me and what I was going through.

Opening up to someone I love was a way for me to take back control of my life. It was a sign that I was strong enough to work through everything I had been pushing down. For months I had been barely floating above the surface. Voicing my struggles allowed me to start working my way back to shore.