Hunter Kent on Conquering Depression: How I Became My Own Hero (Transcript)

Conquering Depression: How I Became My Own Hero by Hunter Kent at TEDxYouth@CEHS – Transcript

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Hunter Kent

I’m sure all of us can remember a time when we were sad, upset, or discouraged: a pet died, you got a bad grade, you had a fight with your best friend, and you’re sad. That’s natural.

But eventually, a day, a week, a month passes, and we feel better, and even though the pain may not be completely forgotten, even though those brief periods of unhappiness should still be taken seriously, it passes, we feel better.

But when you’re living with depression, it doesn’t just pass. It can strike after a tragedy, or emerge out of the blue. It can come from stress and pressure from school, friends, and family, bullying and emotional abuse, and the media that damages our perception of self-image and self-worth.

I grew up as a shy, quiet, and introverted kid. I had friends, but in third grade, my sister, who I was very close to, left to live with another family, and after she left, I became lonely.

My depression started taking a toll on me in eighth grade. I rarely talked in school, and although my grades were good, I had no motivation. I felt very lost, and once I was in that rut it felt impossible to try and get out.

I’d heard about cutting, how people hurt themselves to try and cope with their depression. So I tried it, and it became a habit, a go-to when I felt numb for three years.

The rest of eighth grade was hard. I was irritable, angry at the whole universe and angry at myself most of all. The voices in my head were awful, self-loathing, and hateful. I cried almost every day, at the littlest of things, and felt nothing. I would have happily stopped existing.

When I went into freshman year, my grades started to go down. I didn’t have the motivation or energy to try harder. That year, I was sent to a therapist. She really didn’t help me at all, though. In fact, she actually made me feel worse.

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Between freshman and sophomore year, I created a secret Instagram account. I wanted to reach out to other people also struggling with depression.

Then, sophomore year started, and my depression got worse, but I was chosen to be a part of the school’s Natural Helpers Program that year. Natural Helpers. It had to be a mistake. All the other natural helpers were outgoing and confident.

Then, it occurred to me: it was my Instagram, because reaching out to others on there was just as noticeable as reaching out to others in school. However, my self-destructive actions continued, forcing me to wear long sleeves and thick bracelets, so no one would see, and I started depriving myself of food.

I was sent to a different counseling place which included group therapy. That didn’t help either, though, because I had no interest in getting better. I just didn’t care.

During these years, there were many times when I wanted to die. I didn’t necessarily want to kill myself, but I wanted to stop existing.

I became unsafe. One night, the weekend before final exams, someone who still remains anonymous to me was afraid for my safety and called 911. I had gone to bed and woke up later that night to police officers in my living room, saying they got the call, saying I had to go to the hospital.

I spent the fear-racked night in the emergency room, talking to various doctors and counselors, crying into the scratchy and blue hospital gown.

Talking to my parents was the worst part. I felt like I had let them down because I wasn’t as strong as they thought I was.

School ended, summer began, and I felt just as lost as before. I didn’t see a light at the end of the tunnel.

A few weeks into summer, my parents decided to sign me to a summer camp called Tanglewood up in Lincolnville, to do a three-week leadership program. Yeah, a three-week leadership program. Perfect! Just what I needed.

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I was furious. The thought of living in the woods with other teenagers who I didn’t know was terrifying. Despite my pleading, I had no choice.

There were five other kids in the leadership program, two girls and three boys, and one male and female counselor. At first, I tried to isolate myself from them. I was scared to open myself up to them.

But after all the challenge courses and group-bonding activities, after eight days of hiking and canoeing in the wilderness, I grew to trust them. They involved me in games and conversations. They offered me a seat next to them. They paid attention to me when I shared an idea. They went out of their way to make me laugh.

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