The Mental Things

everyone struggles.

we are all a little broken. but last time i checked, broken crayons still color the same.
-trent shelton

Every single person struggles with some sort of mental disorder. For some, it is prominent and recurring. For others, it needs a trigger to effect them. Or maybe its underlying, and you have no idea you have it. We’ll all pretend to be strong and say, “I don’t struggle with a mental illness.” Which is exactly what I said before I had my first panic attack. I still say it occasionally, when I want others to picture me as this immortal person who isn’t effected by anything. If you’ve never had a panic/anxiety attack, you probably will at some point in your life. I once thought that if you have a mental illness, you’ve probably been through a lot of trauma, and that’s the only way to develop a mental disorder. But boy-was I wrong. Sometimes mental illnesses develop over time, or because of a past event. Some hide their illnesses better than others, and you might be asking yourself, “how?”. Well, everyone deals with their problems in different ways. Sometimes, someone will keep their emotions suppressed. Others might use their mental illness as a push forward. However you decide to use it is up to you. Will you let your illness hold you down?

Hi there, I’m Evalyn. ❤

I’m a fourteen-year-old female who was born in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. I was raised in the big cities most of my childhood, we’d go to Chicago every summer (and if we were lucky enough, every other winter) I then moved to a small town in South Carolina. And, let me tell you, it was small. Not even 5 years later, we moved to another small town in North Carolina. And again. And again. Until we finally settled for a small city, the state’s capital, Raleigh. My dad ended up getting a promotion, which caused him to have to move to Florida-for a whole year. This tore my family up inside, but no one ever talked about it, in risk of someone bursting out in tears. My mom was the least emotion at first, which puzzled me. I did, however, later find out she was struggling the most. My sister developed depression since she’s a MAJOR daddy’s girl. My younger sister cried every night before bed. My brother got irritated a lot, and used the situation as an excuse to slack off in the house. What did I do? I couldn’t feel any emotion. I felt so much emotion I couldn’t express it. I developed anxiety issues, even my school began to go downhill. I had two panic attacks for the first time ever. This whole situation got me thinking. How many other people are struggling with their mental health? How many other people are dealing with similar situations? Well, as you know, quite a few. I couldn’t just watch it destroy everyone around me. I had to do something about it. So I did.

my first blog post: everyone struggles

everyone struggles.

a little more about me