Hi!

Sydney Paige here.

So, I’ve struggled with mental illness for as long as I can remember.

I began getting help (therapy and meds) in my 20s because I didn’t want to keep hanging out on the planet.

In my 30s, I had made so much progress. Things were tough, stressful, tiring. I overworked myself and just thought I had burnout. It couldn’t have been depression because the planet was alright and I wanted to stay on it.

Add overworking, home issues, two hurricanes, and a tornado—plus going back and forth to the coasts working… one day, I just… broke.

Like, full-on tears and sobbing in the Vegas airport. Something wasn’t right. Guess what? I was depressed! It just didn’t register as depression because I was okay with being alive.

So now it’s time for the real work. For the past six months or so, I’ve been dissociating. If we met, I might not remember you. Sorry.

But I need to raise money for the big guns, the fancy psychs. This is what I was quoted.

Anyone and everyone that helps out or even leaves a kind note—I appreciate you.

To other models—beware the burnout. It might be something more serious. Engage in self-care, keep taking your meds, ask for help if you need it.

Right now, I need help.