In early February, I wrote a blog about my battle with mental illness. Two weeks later, I posted a picture of me on Instagram in my Oiselle Haute Volée racing kit. I had put on the uniform for the first time, and oh did it feel good! The moment when I would be racing as a sponsored athlete had finally arrived! Although my performance was subpar, the race gave me the opportunity to reconnect with my “why”! Riding high on my renewed passion for my sport, I booked a one-way flight to LA for a training camp! I was all in and ready to turn my dream of making the Olympic team into a reality! The day I arrived in LA, I wrote in my journal: “I’m on the mend. I feel joy again. This will be great!”
Fast forward five days…
Because I was having trouble falling asleep, I started drinking wine before going to bed. I also started having more frequent thoughts of self-harm. Nonetheless, I continued to push forward because that’s what we athletes do. It isn’t until I found myself googling how to self-harm in a “safe way” that I realized something had to give. I wasn’t looking to die, I just wanted a release. After experiencing these intrusive thoughts for a week, I finally decided to reach out to my therapist. That night, my fiancé booked my flight home.