I’ve always been the one people turned to for support—a caretaker, a problem-solver. On the outside, I seemed to have it all together, managing responsibilities and staying strong for others. But beneath the surface, I was battling depression and ADHD, struggling to keep up with the expectations I placed on myself.

For years, I minimized my own needs, believing that seeking help was a sign of weakness. It wasn’t until I reached a breaking point that I realized I couldn’t keep going like this.

Asking for help was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, but it saved my life. Through therapy, medication, and a commitment to self-care, I’ve learned to manage my mental health and give myself the same compassion I offer to others.

My journey is ongoing, but I’ve found strength in vulnerability and hope in knowing that I’m not alone. I’m here to listen, share, and support others who are walking a similar path.