More than just a number
Turning 18 didn’t magically make everything better. I thought adulthood would come with freedom and clarity, but instead, it came with pressure, confusion, and the weight of mental illness. Being 18 doesn’t mean I have it all figured out — it means I’m learning as I go, while still healing from the past.
Carrying the invisible
I live with depression and bipolar disorder. These aren’t just words on paper — they shape how I see myself, how I interact with others, and how I move through the world. Some days, I feel okay. Other days, everything feels heavy. But every day, I’m doing my best to keep going.
Growing up while healing
Trying to balance healing with school, family, friendships, and just being young is hard. I’m figuring out how to set boundaries, ask for help, and stay grounded — even when my mind tries to pull me in different directions. I’m not “behind.” I’m just healing while living.
What keeps me going
I’ve made it through moments I didn’t think I’d survive. I’m four months self-harm free. I’ve learned that reaching out is powerful, and taking up space in your healing is a form of strength. I keep going because I believe there’s more waiting for me — more growth, more peace, more life.
"“Being able to be your true self is one of the strongest components of good mental health.”."
Lauren Fogel Mersy, n.d.