Written By FOM Leader
When I was in my third year of university, I lost myself - figuratively and literally. I remember living each day with little to no care like I wasn’t even there. Because I wasn’t Alright, Friend. I’d wake up in the morning, stare at my bedroom wall, turn over, and go back to bed. The only things that gave me happiness at the time were spending time with a few friends and lots of crappy food. From the outside looking in, I was living the life - had my own little place in a fancy apartment, an amazing landlady who’d invite me over for bites to eat, and seemingly good friends. It’d be easy to say COPE but it’s not like that. I remember feeling empty all the time.
I can’t describe that feeling - emptiness bars you from all around you. Feels like driving on empty - or not driving at all yet you’re in the driver’s seat. I wasn’t AF. Looking back, I was struggling with depression without knowing it. Isn’t that crazy? That you can actually be depressed without knowing you are deep in the throes of depression. That time is up, I am at a better place - but I know how it feels to not be in one. I’m grateful that I get to say my story now because I know many people don’t get the chance. I def see the need for awareness and support because I never really got that with peers - my only source of support at the time was a senior lecturer who played a huuuge role in my university life. There were not a lot like him, but there should be.
I guess that’s where FOM steps in, to be there for others and make sure they’re at least AF.