I, like many other people, fell victim to the stigma against mental illness. I didn’t realize that I was going through something, I didn’t realize that I needed help. I was finally diagnosed with moderate to severe depression, and it made sense. Feeling lost, having uncontrollable thoughts, battling feelings of worthlessness, irrationality, and so much more. I realized that I had suffered so much longer than I had needed to, and I don't know where I would be if I didn't get the help I so desperately needed. I never would have known how happy, fulfilled, and healthy I could be. Life is a beautiful journey, and everyone deserves to live a happy, healthy one. One of the most impactful experiences for me in college has been seeing so many people go through mental health issues without even knowing that it was a mental health issue. I listened as they described feelings of numbness, detachment, sudden mood swings, irrational and overwhelming thoughts, a lack of appetite and more. I desperately wanted them to get help, I didn’t want it to spiral out of control, and I definitely didn’t want anyone to feel like I did. They would always say things like they didn’t need help, it wasn’t a big deal, or that they even thought counseling would make it worst. These misconceptions were difficult to address because I do know that everyone has a different journey. I felt that emotional longing in a much more amplified way, we have to educate people and let them know that they can get through this, they can live their best life. Mental health is real and important, and it can’t be ignored.