Translator: Leonardo Silva
Reviewer: Denise RQ I'm sure all of us can remember a time when we were sad,
upset, or discouraged: a pet died, you got a bad grade, you had a fight
with your best friend, and you're sad. That's natural. But eventually, a day,
a week, a month passes, and we feel better, and even though the pain
may not be completely forgotten, even though those brief periods
of unhappiness should still be taken seriously, it passes, we feel better. But when you're living with depression,
it doesn't just pass. It can strike after a tragedy,
or emerge out of the blue. It can come from stress and pressure
from school, friends, and family, bullying and emotional abuse, and the media that damages our perception
of self-image and self-worth. I grew up as a shy, quiet,
and introverted kid. I had friends, but in third grade, my sister,
who I was very close to, left to live with another family,
and after she left, I became lonely. My depression started
taking a toll on me in eighth grade. I rarely talked in school, and although my grades were good,
I had no motivation. I felt very lost,
and once I was in that rut it felt impossible to try and get out. I'd heard about cutting, how people hurt themselves
to try and cope with their depression. So I tried it, and it became a habit,
a go-to when I felt numb for three years. The rest of eighth grade was hard. I was irritable, angry at the whole universe
and angry at myself most of all. The voices in my head were awful,
self-loathing, and hateful. I cried almost every day,
at the littlest of things, and felt nothing. I would have happily stopped existing. When I went into freshman year,
my grades started to go down. I didn't have the motivation
or energy to try harder. That year, I was sent to a therapist.
She really didn't help me at all, though. In fact, she actually made me feel worse. Between freshman and sophomore year,
I created a secret Instagram account. I wanted to reach out to other people
also struggling with depression. Then, sophomore year started,
and my depression got worse, but I was chosen to be a part of the school's
Natural Helpers Program that year. Natural Helpers. It had to be a mistake. All the other natural helpers
were outgoing and confident. Then, it occurred to me:
it was my Instagram, because reaching out to others on there was just as noticeable
as reaching out to others in school. However,
my self-destructive actions continued, forcing me to wear
long sleeves and thick bracelets, so no one would see, and I started depriving myself of food. I was sent to a different counseling place
which include group therapy. That didn't help either, though, because I had no interest
in getting better. I just didn't care. During these years, there were
many times when I wanted to die. I didn't necessarily want to kill myself,
but I wanted to stop existing. I became unsafe. One night, the weekend before final exams, someone who still remains anonymous to me
was afraid for my safety and called 911. I had gone to bed and woke up
later that night to police officers in my living room, saying they got the call,
saying I had to go to the hospital. I spent the fear-racked night
in the emergency room, talking to various doctors and counselors, crying into the scratchy
and blue hospital gown. Talking to my parents was the worst part. I felt like I had let them down because I wasn't as strong
as they though I was. School ended, summer began,
and I felt just as lost as before. I didn't see a light
at the end of the tunnel. A few weeks into summer,
my parents decided to sign me to a summer camp called
Tanglewood up in Lincolnville, to do a three-week leadership program. Yeah, a three-week leadership program. Perfect!
(Laughter) Just what I needed.
I was furious. The thought of living in the woods with other teenagers who I didn't know
was terrifying. Despite my pleading, I had no choice. There were five other kids
in the leadership program, two girls and three boys,
and one male and female counselor. At first, I tried
to isolate myself from them. I was scared to open myself up to them. But after all the challenge courses
and group-bonding activities, after eight days of hiking
and canoeing in the wilderness, I grew to trust them. They involved me
in games and conversations. They offered me a seat next to them. They paid attention to me
when I shared an idea. They went out of their way
to make me laugh. On the fourth night of our trip,
we were all sitting around the fire, and one of our counselors told us
we'd be doing PSs, personal stories. Every night, two of us would tell
our life stories to the rest of the group. I decided I was definitely going last. Every night, the eight of us would pack ourselves
into the boys' tent which was only meant to hold three people. My turn finally came,
and I was extremely nervous, but I decided to take the chance
and tell them everything. I told them
about my depression and anxiety, I told them about the hospital night,
I told them everything. We stayed up
until three in the morning talking, and when our counselors
finally sent us to bed, I followed the other girls to our tent, and I remember just stopping for a moment and looking up at the sky,
at all the stars, and I realized
that I was smiling uncontrollably for the first time in years. I had hoped, at the very least,
they wouldn't stop being my friends after I told them
about myself that night. I didn't expect that for the rest
of the three weeks at camp, we would become even closer. We became a family. I realized that I was cared for,
and that I was loved. It hit me. I could be free from my depression. I didn't have to just live with it
for the rest of my life. Since then,
things have only gotten better. In the fall of junior year, I learned to stop judging people,
and made dozens of new friends. Later in junior year,
I went into freshman health classes, and spoke to them about overcoming
pressure and judgment in high school. After receiving hand-written letters
from the freshmen, I knew that was my words and story
I could change the world. I still use my Instagram to post
encouraging quotes and personal stories to my almost 3,000 followers,
including lots of my classmates. Every day, I'm reminded
of the impact my kind words have. I'm beginning to fall in love with myself,
and I'm the happiest I've ever been. I know that there are people
in this audience who've experienced or are currently struggling
with depression. This is for you: you are not
in a bottomless pit. You are not in an endless tunnel
without light. You are not a hopeless cause. Help is out there. You are loved and you are cared for. You have the power and the right
to achieve everything you want in life. My life didn't just get better on its own. With help from friends, old and new, I realized that I am worth so much more
than what I once thought, and that I have the power and the ability
to view the world in a new way, as a place full of endless opportunities
and amazing people. I've opened myself up
to what the universe has to offer, and I've created my own beautiful life. I have emerged. Thank you. (Cheers) (Applause) Thank you. (Cheers) (Applause)
