On the 2nd October, 2014, I tried to kill myself.
Vodka, RedBull and Panadol made for a dangerous concoction that culminated in me spending the night in the emergency ward at the hospital. It would be the first of many suicide and self harm episodes.
I would spend the next two and a half years on a continually increasing dosage of antidepressants, visits to psychologists, psychiatrists and GP's, telling the few people who knew, and even myself, that I was absolutely fine. Except I wasn't.
The death of my mother, implosion of my relationship, and stresses of full time university studies along with two part time jobs took its toll.
I couldn't take it anymore. Enough was enough. And so I reached out, I made that phone call. Not just to the health professionals, but to my friends. My family.
- My football family, the mighty Epping Eastwood FC
- My work families, Accent on Music and Football Development Australia.
- My university family at the University of Sydney.
- And the two people in my life who I can't express my love to enough: my dad and my brother.
I thought that I would be alone on this journey to recovery. That no - one would understand. But the support I've had is overwhelming. I'm lucky to have friends and family who are so understanding and open minded about my mental health problems, and I think it's my duty to help others understand this:
IT'S OKAY NOT TO BE OKAY. And it's ok to admit you have a problem and seek help and support for it.
And so I pledge to raise $1604 for the Black Dog Institute (1604 in honour of my mum's passing) to raise awareness for mental health.
*EDIT 04/06/17: We've smashed the fundraising goal of $1604, so let's get to $5000! Let's smash mental health stigma together guys!