My Recovery
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I have a lot of bad days.
Days when getting out of bed seemed near impossible.
Days when having a shower was the biggest accomplishment of that week.
Days when I forgot how to love myself.
And days where the idea of dying was less frightening than the idea of living.
Or in my case: surviving.
I've been suffering with depression and anxiety now for the last five+ years. I dropped out of high school because of it. I quit my part time job because of it. I ceased doing the things I enjoyed doing because of it.
And I almost took my own life because of it.
The combination of depression and anxiety is life-threatening. After seeing over three different therapists, after attempting countless different medications, and spending a week in a psych ward-- it's safe to say I feel stuck.
In my body. In my mind. Depression has planted a seed in my brain that has been sucking out every desire, every dream, every ounce of passion I once had, and leaving me with nothing but fear and self-loathing.
At this point I'm desperate. If I wasn't, I wouldn't be writing this.
My dad has found a residential recovery center called Emergo Recovery which is based in Ontario, Canada and is only a 90 minute drive away from me. They take on a holistic approach, which is extremely different from the previous approaches I had been taking.
Their treatment requires you to stay there for at LEAST four weeks, though the average amount of time past patients have stayed has been six weeks.
This is not an inexpensive place. It costs almost six thousand dollars every week you are there, and only goes up in price after the four week mark.
This is a plea, in every way imaginable.
And if by some miracle, I were to raise any extra money-- all of it would be donated to a charity that specializes
in people who have been living with mental illness, and don't have the means to get the help they so desperately need.
Everyone deserves a dose of sunshine in their life. Some just need a bigger dose than others.
Thank you so much for taking the time to read this. Whether you donate or not, it means the world to me.
-Carly
Days when getting out of bed seemed near impossible.
Days when having a shower was the biggest accomplishment of that week.
Days when I forgot how to love myself.
And days where the idea of dying was less frightening than the idea of living.
Or in my case: surviving.
I've been suffering with depression and anxiety now for the last five+ years. I dropped out of high school because of it. I quit my part time job because of it. I ceased doing the things I enjoyed doing because of it.
And I almost took my own life because of it.
The combination of depression and anxiety is life-threatening. After seeing over three different therapists, after attempting countless different medications, and spending a week in a psych ward-- it's safe to say I feel stuck.
In my body. In my mind. Depression has planted a seed in my brain that has been sucking out every desire, every dream, every ounce of passion I once had, and leaving me with nothing but fear and self-loathing.
At this point I'm desperate. If I wasn't, I wouldn't be writing this.
My dad has found a residential recovery center called Emergo Recovery which is based in Ontario, Canada and is only a 90 minute drive away from me. They take on a holistic approach, which is extremely different from the previous approaches I had been taking.
Their treatment requires you to stay there for at LEAST four weeks, though the average amount of time past patients have stayed has been six weeks.
This is not an inexpensive place. It costs almost six thousand dollars every week you are there, and only goes up in price after the four week mark.
This is a plea, in every way imaginable.
And if by some miracle, I were to raise any extra money-- all of it would be donated to a charity that specializes
in people who have been living with mental illness, and don't have the means to get the help they so desperately need.
Everyone deserves a dose of sunshine in their life. Some just need a bigger dose than others.
Thank you so much for taking the time to read this. Whether you donate or not, it means the world to me.
-Carly
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Carly Krieg
Organizer
Burlington, ON
