alisha

been on here long enough to remember the news feed and when this platform was ad free...wow 

coming on here every now and then makes me so nostalgic  started this account at 13 and now i'm 21!! so many memories!! 

Hey author, I am from Kolkata

will forever love & appreciate your works and will always be grateful for your kind words on my board a few years ago <3
          
          I hope all is going well for you❤️
          sending nothing but love & gratitude

Heyyy!

i don't really write on here any more, but you bet i still go through my notifications. crazy to see that people are still reading my works from 4+ years ago, but i am so grateful for it <3

you are amazing please don't forget that!<3

happy 6th year of being on wattpad to me :D

hellooooo

Hello everyone!
          
          This post is definitely long overdue. And now I am here to shed some light on what exactly has been going on in my life. 
          
          I have been struggling with depression for a long time. It started when I was 12, and is still present in my life even as I'm going to turn 19 in less than a month. I've had phases of it coming and going, and it always came back. And unfortunately when it came back this year, it was absolutely unbearable.
          
          I was diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder (severe), and Panic Disorder. I was self harming on a consistent basis, and I was pretty suicidal. And it got bad enough that my therapist decided to Baker Act me. 
          
          Well, what even is Baker Act?
          
          It's called a different thing in every state, but generally the same rules apply. If an individual is deemed as a danger to themselves, or others, then someone can call the police and request that you be Baker Acted. In my case, I was deemed a danger to myself because I was seriously contemplating suicide, and thus I was taken to a mental hospital. 
          
          I spent one night at a regular hospital in the psychiatric ward, and then two more nights at the mental hospital before I was discharged. And no, it did not cure me, but it was very much a learning experience. 
          
          This happened the week before my finals week at school and me moving out of my dorm. Literally the worst time that it could happen. But thankfully college professors are generally nicer than high school professors, so they were willing to give me extensions.
          
          I am not cured, or anywhere near being better. In fact, I'm not even sure what a life without depression would look like because I have had it for so long. But I am glad that my therapist Baker Acted me, because I don't know if I would have been alive today otherwise. But for right now, I'm just trying to take it one day at a time. 
          
          And to quote what the EMT in the ambulance told me twice:
          "This world is better with you in it."