Speaking out on the problems within

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You might know that girl. If you don’t, you definitely know people like her. These chilly fall days, you see her at Book Trader or Blue State, working on papers and looking up to chat with people she knows. She makes intelligent-sounding comments in seminar and the professor nods, but you can see that she’s checking her email—you wonder how she follows the conversation. She greets friends on the way to class, stopping to give bear hugs to people she hasn’t seen in a while. An activist, a musician, a traveler, a risk-taker—after a few months of knowing her, you’ll probably find out something else incredible that she was too modest to tell you. Friends confide in her, and she feels in her element when giving advice. On a Saturday night now and then, you might see her drunkenly making out with a guy at a party—perhaps not in good taste, but a part of you still admires her carefree nature, and you smile to yourself when you see her the next day in Sterling, working away diligently.

Then there’s that girl who can’t remember the last time she didn’t have a knot clenched firmly in her stomach. It seems that her anxiety clings to anything it can grasp. Some days, it’s her schoolwork or the fact that she still has no idea what she wants to do with her life; others, it’s just a vague, ominous fear of life in general. She’s constantly rushed and continually worried—on bad days, she feels the tears welling up and threatening to spill over. But she’s a tough one, and she has too much pride to let anyone see her crying—that most vulnerable, weakest, ugliest of states. She arrives to seminar a little early and goes in the bathroom stall to sob for a few minutes, immediately quieting if someone comes in. She takes a few deep breaths, tells herself to pull it together, and feels thankful that her eyes aren’t too puffy when she returns to class. She constantly observes those around her—in class, around campus, when she goes out—and she envies their happiness, their confidence, how it all seems so easy to them. Before going to bed, she takes her Zoloft and a sleeping pill. In bed, she writhes in hot, silent tears, white-knuckled, feeling like she could scream. Scream and cry forever. But she doesn’t want to be a burden or to be even more ashamed of this weakness than she already is. She doesn’t make a sound.

Those girls are me. I came to Yale with a history of insomnia, anxiety, and mild depression, but optimistic about my ability to move beyond it. The problem persisted in waves for freshman and sophomore year, at most to a degree of severe discomfort—not disability. Last year, I decided to take off fall semester to confront my mental health problems, hoping to come back to Yale headed in the right direction. When people ask me what I did during my semester off, I tell them that I lived in Peru for a month and spent time at home volunteering at a school, and they usually don’t question further. But I was also going to therapy twice a week, journaling, doing yoga, and building a fragile foundation centered on making myself feel better. That foundation crumbled instantly when I returned to Yale.

January and February of 2010 were the most painful months I have ever experienced. The previous symptoms of anxiety and depression not only worsened, but took on new components. I routinely cried myself to sleep, only to wake up the following morning in tears. I felt more overwhelmed by schoolwork than ever before, despite having intentionally removed myself from extracurricular responsibilities. Normally a relatively social person, I only wanted to be around two close friends. I often ran into people who, with the best of intentions, would say, “I feel like I never see you—where have you been?” I never responded, “Well, I’ve been alternating between attempting to write papers in a foggy state of mind and crying alone in my room,” because to be honest would be to give myself away. I had succeeded all of my life, and suddenly I was quickly falling. I could see no way out of this suffering. Surely, the average Yalie never felt like this.

I couldn’t have been more mistaken. Courtesy of therapy, medication, time, and more than anything, affirmation that I need to take care of myself before anything else, I am feeling much better. I sleep at night, spend lots of time with friends, enjoy my classes, and am glad to be here. That’s not to say that everything is perfect—there’s still a knot in my stomach, and I still speak regularly with a therapist.

But the persistent crying, the isolation, and the feelings of helplessness and hopelessness have gone away, leaving me wanting to prevent myself and others from feeling like I did last semester. As I talk to more and more Yalies and learn about the inner workings of the university’s mental health resources, I am confronting an unfortunate reality: There are many students who have or are currently dealing with mental health issues in one way or another, be it anxiety, depression, eating disorders, relationship issues, family problems, or otherwise. That is not to say that everyone goes to bed crying at night—these issues manifest themselves in different ways and come in different extremes. But still, nearly half of all students go to Yale Mental Health at some point in their college career, while others see outside therapists.

What is far more worrisome than the number of students who struggle with mental health is the fact that so few talk about it. This culture of silence—the expectation that despite any problem you may have, you must come across as happy, productive, and successful—leads students to believe that mental health problems are embarrassing and that admitting to them is a display of weakness. As a result, students struggling with mental health issues often feel alone or not good enough for Yale’s standards. When combined with the already intense and competitive nature of Yale, this culture of silence creates an awful environment in which to be unhappy.

I first realized that mental health problems were more common than I had thought when I started talking to people about my own struggles. I have always been hesitant to tell people about my anxiety and depression—some part of me still believes people will judge me, see me as a burden, or worst of all, feel like they haven’t been getting to know the real me. Part of what makes something like depression so complicated is that it’s not as simple as being fundamentally sad and masking it with happiness—often, both the laughing with friends and the tears in the bathroom ten minutes later are genuine. I have always feared that people won’t be able to understand that, and that on some fundamental level, their view of me will change. Yet, as I speak more openly about my own struggles, I am finding that the people I talk to—be it students, professors, or family members—not only understand, but often respond with accounts of their own mental health problems. Some of the most well-known, successful people I have met here see therapists, are on medication, or seek other solutions to these challenges. As one of my best friends—and perhaps the most outgoing and well-regarded Yalie that I know—said after an extended conversation about his inability to connect with people at a deeper level, “Everyone has a battle they’re fighting, Lurie.”

This realization that Yalies are, indeed, human has made me question the honesty of Yale students in public, social situations. I particularly noticed this a few weeks ago when I went to Mory’s for the first time. The crowd—dressed up and slightly tipsy—was making small talk and passing around large, silver goblets of various colored liquids. Looking around, I had one of those, “There’s no way I’m good enough for these people” moments; these were the people of the top secret societies, the people who write books and run businesses, the people who win Rhodes Scholarships. But on top of that, they made it look easy. After all, they weren’t writing business plans or books at the moment—they were getting drunk at Mory’s on a Friday night. At a glance, these were perfect people: smart, talented, and social.

But everyone has a battle. When I walked into the bathroom, I found a girl talking on her phone. I had seen her outside just a minute before, dressed gorgeously and laughing with friends. Now, she sounded miserable: “I’m at this…drinking club thing. And everyone’s having fun, and I just…I don’t know. I’m just tired. I don’t want to be here. I don’t know, should I leave? But if I leave, everyone’s going to think I’m lame…” A couple hours later, I found myself at my house with two friends who had melded in with the rest of the crowd at Mory’s. One admitted that he had had a panic attack in the middle of the toasting ceremony because of all the work he had left to do, and was only just calming down. The other had just broken up with his boyfriend, an event he framed as an add-on to what’s proven to be an anxiety-ridden beginning of the semester. He recently scheduled his first appointment for counseling.

The more people I become close to, the more I realize that the people who I know are talented, and who I have always assumed are happy, aren’t so flawless after all. That’s not to say that everyone has deep, dark secrets, or that everyone is having panic attacks all the time, but rather that we build images of people around us based on their public appearances, and these appearances don’t tell the whole story. For all we know, the people who we think are perfect think that we’re perfect too.

This year, I have had the opportunity to see a little bit of the other story—the confidential, “hidden” story—as a member of Safety Net, a conglomeration of facilitators of mental health groups including Walden, ECHO, Mind Matters, and SHARE. At the last meeting, we discussed anonymous individual counselees, and patterns quickly emerged: There were a lot of Yalies with eating disorders, Yalies concerned about potentially suicidal friends, Yalies overwhelmed by work, Yalies confused about sexuality, Yalies upset with their relationships, Yalies who couldn’t sleep. But regardless of the issue that they were dealing with, almost all of the Yalies felt that they were alone. Many said that they had friends and support nets, but they couldn’t talk to them about these issues because they would feel judged, embarrassed, weak, and vulnerable. They would feel stigmatized.

We are facing an ugly feedback loop. Many of us have mental health issues of some kind, yet very few talk about them openly, causing those who are struggling to struggle in silence. Our perfectionism about our academic and professional lives has worked its way into our personal lives; we are not only supposed to have attractive resumes and transcripts, but we’re also supposed to be social, happy, and relaxed. We are supposed to maintain an image of control, when in reality, none of us is always in control. We are human, and in the long run, we will all be much happier and healthier if we can let our guards down. If we really are the incredible community that we profess to be—and I think that we are—then we are certainly capable of transforming our culture of silence into a culture of honesty.

We will each have our own ways of being honest. Maybe it means responding honestly when someone asks how you’re doing, or telling a friend that something’s on your mind. Maybe it means telling your roommate that you see a therapist, or letting them comfort you if you’re not feeling good. I am not calling for everyone to divulge private information, but rather, as we go through our busy days, to stop and ask, “Is this real?”

But students can’t do this alone; the administration needs to prioritize the improvement of Yale’s Mental Health and Counseling. There is clearly high demand for these services: 22 percent of Yale’s undergraduate student body seeks regular therapy at any given time. These high numbers are a testament to the program’s strengths, such as a 24/7 hotline and complimentary sessions; indeed, hundreds of undergraduates every year are pleased with their experiences there. However, the mental health department isn’t doing enough. In addition to complaints about the quality of the therapy, I’ve repeatedly heard stories of students mustering up the courage to get an initial mental health evaluation, only to be told that they can have a follow-up appointment in two weeks or not hear back at all. While I understand that finding the right therapist can take time, and students don’t always like the therapists that they are assigned, it is unacceptable that students aren’t being seen when they need to be. Two weeks in the “real world” may be a normal period of time to wait for a therapist’s appointment, but Yale operates in a different time-scale: Two weeks is far too long for a problem to fester. I don’t know what’s causing the time lag—it may be understaffing, underfunding, lack of feedback from patients, or other factors. Regardless, given Yale’s financial resources and the demand for mental health services in this often stressful environment, Yale Mental Health needs to be a resource that students can rely on.

The Yale administration and student groups should also help to reduce the stigma of mental health problems. There are many helpful safety nets for those who seek them, including Freshmen Counselors, residential college deans, and other peer counseling services. But to my knowledge, there is no point during the year in which the college focuses on promoting awareness of these issues, such as through a mental health equivalent of Sex Week at Yale. It may not be quite as catchy, but like Sex Week, every Yale student could find a topic, speaker, or event that applies to his or her life. The more that mental health issues are out in the open, the more we will recognize how normal they are.

It has not been easy for me to tell this story. It highlights aspects of my history and my personality that I find embarrassing and unattractive. To tell this story is to take a leap of faith, so that Yalies understand the importance of honesty, call for improvements in Yale’s mental health services, and feel a little less ashamed to give their own accounts of struggles with mental health. But more than anything else, I tell this story so that those among us who are currently struggling know that they are not alone.

29 Responses

  1. Y12 says:

    This is the best combination of very brave and very true.

  2. Jim Pavle '74 says:

    I hope and trust that you have received and will receive many compassionate comments. It is a complex challenge and stigma alone can be debilitating. You have taken a step toward reducing stigma.

    Perhaps a Yalie will form “Treat for America” and begun a much needed outlet and resource for the millions of Americans who suffer.

  3. BR '12 says:

    Julia, thank you for telling this story. It rings honest and true — for I, like you, have seen those sleepless nights. And all of us here are searching for that moment of authenticity and meaning and engagement.

    Here’s to open discussion, compassionate listening, and personal connection. Best wishes.

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  5. PC13 says:

    Thank you for sharing this. You seemed so bad-ass and awesome in the YSO Halloween Show movie, who knew you were actually human? You are very brave.

  6. Y11 says:

    Been there. It’s the worst. Your article is exactly what needs to be said. Thank you so much for your willingness to use your story to expose a real problem with Yale’s culture.

  7. Y14 says:

    This is me. Exactly. Down to the Zoloft and sleeping pills.

  8. y2012 says:

    actually so good. like, so, so, so, so good. also, really well written.

  9. MC '14 says:

    I feel like one of the reasons I can’t talk to my friends about my problems is that they’ll come to view me as a depressing or negative person to be around and will begin to avoid me.

    A mental health week at Yale is a fantastic idea, by the way.

  10. Y '12 says:

    You are exceptionally brave. I don’t know what else to say, except that this made me feel a little less alone. Thank you for your insightful comments and your strength.

  11. lz says:

    Thank you for this heartfelt, honest article. I appreciate and admire your bravery for sharing something so genuine and so vulnerable. I wish more people had the courage to share who they really are – because we can’t possibly all be as perfect as we make ourselves out to be. I think it’s just society’s pressure on people to appear so omnipotent on the surface, which only causes a vicious cycle of striving for perfectionism – a cycle that corrupts the truth – that we are only human and we all have flaws and we all make mistakes.

    This overpowering pressure to appear perfect is so detrimental because it undermines honesty. Whatever happened to feeling free to be whoever we are and feel whatever we feel? If we feel such a strong compulsion to filter everything we say and do so that appears perfect, aren’t we losing a part of ourselves–a significant part–in the process?

  12. JE 2014 says:

    This is perfection. You’ve eloquently and bravely captured your story, my story, and so many others. Bravo, thank you for validating our struggles and showing we’re not alone.

  13. je2013 says:

    Thank you. SO much. When I read the first two paragraphs, I was convinced someone may have been secretly been following me around without my knowledge. You’re right, two weeks is a very long time to wait: I’m finally getting my appointment on Wednesday, but it’s been long overdue.

    Thank you, again.

  14. Yale Mom says:

    Every Yale parent worries about the kinds of pressures their children face at a place like Yale. You really captured many of the psychological nuances of living and coping in such a setting.

    I work in mental health and want to also tell students that talking to a clinician and finding out there are ways you can think about your perceptions differently can be v. empowering. Sometimes medications can help one’s anxiety, depression or irritability and thought processes, and get one’s sleep cycle improved. Therapy can teach you tools to use to help keep your mood stable as well as help you understand red flags.

    Thank you for articulating so well what it is like to be depressed and anxious to the point these moods interfere w/functioning and cognition. You have offered a template of possible ways to get help by courageously sharing your own struggle to return to a more stable state of mental health .

    You can see the cord touched by the number of comments—

    Best wishes to you for your courage to write about your experience.

    Yale Mom

  15. BRN '11 says:

    Thank you very much for writing this. I think that many of us, no matter where we go to school, see the glaring need for more understanding, acceptance, and frank conversation regarding mental health issues.

  16. y13 says:

    thank you for this brave article; you captured my feelings perfectly

  17. y2011 says:

    thanks julie, this is really amazing. and much much needed.

  18. Y11 says:

    Julie, the last line of your article (and all of it really) struck home with me. I’ve recently felt very alone with my mental health problems. My reaction to Yale life has been a mixture of jealousy, resentment and despair because of that loneliness. I recently scheduled a counseling appointment for the first time and I’m still waiting to hear back for my assignment.
    I believe talking is good in any context–it lets out all the tension and things appear more manageable. I can’t thank you enough for speaking out. You are a brave woman.

  19. YaleAlum says:

    Thank you so much for sharing this! I had a similar experience and also took time off to confront my own psyche. I hope Yale students heed your call for honesty of emotion, openness, and a shared understanding of the importance of mental health. We all struggle sometimes, and especially the ones who share it least.

  20. RHYaleparent says:

    Julia, Your article is courageous and strong. thank you, thank you from the bottom of my heart. These stories need to be told, as you did, so eloquently and truthfully. I am quite sure that you have touched many more people than you can possibly imagine…My very best wishes to you as you do your good work and may you have peace in your generous heart.

  21. SPA07/your #1 fan says:


    This isn’t just Yale — this is college culture, this is American society! You really put yourself out there, and made yourself vulnerable for an issue much greater than yourself. I’m so proud of you for writing this, and also so in awe of your strength. Know that you’re making a difference with this article. Love you.

  22. Y13 says:

    this is beautiful and I love the person who wrote this article

  23. Josh says:

    I like the idea behind this article and encourage all Yalies to seek out help and to know that there is a HUGE web of support always available for them.

    But it seems a little bit too much like you were tooting your own horn (‘I give intelligent remarks in section; people wonder how I do it!’ ‘I’m perfect on the outside’ ‘I’m social, carefree, tough, and don’t forget modest!’) I would have liked not to have read that lot of that self-praise.

  24. Emma says:

    Thank you for this piece, Julia. Wonderfully written and I want to echo your call on the administration to direct more efforts towards ramping up mental health services available to students. The wait is way too long and discourages us from seeking counseling. Also, to Josh (above)– you completely missed the point of this article and that’s really too bad.

  25. Yale2010 says:

    This is beautiful.
    Thank you so very much for sharing.

  26. Andrew Gott says:

    I am a student at Western Kentucky University and I got this article from someone at Vanderbilt.

    This too is my story. I have managed to tell some friends, family and counselors, but I am ashamed when I am not “charming” all the time. I recently volunteered at a youth leadership conference and led sessions of serious discussions and large fun repeat-after-me songs. I gave and received hugs all day every day, but on occasion, people couldn’t find me.

    I was hiding. From the noise, from the people I thought were cooler than me, from an unknown feeling of guilt, from general melancholy. I love when you said, “both the laughing with friends and the tears in the bathroom ten minutes later are genuine”. I too am/was worried that people wouldn’t understand that, but I am so glad you do.

    My inner voice says, “no one cares to hear your story” but maybe someone will. I started college and finished high school in the same year. The depression was there, but not devastating. I decided to push myself and go to Florida Institute of Technology. My focus started slipping more and my mind would race stuck on a single problem and would make me really anxious. But I survived.

    That summer I worked 40 hours a week at a computer and only saw 10 people a day. I was completely numb. I looked forward to school again.

    Then I went back. In the first two weeks I sought help from FIT’s mental health facility, but they told me I was fine. I said to myself, “If this is what fine is, then I don’t want to be it.”

    I became increasingly more suicidal. By the 3rd week, I quit going to class because I continually thought of ways to kill myself.

    This being the lowest point in my life, I reached out to my friends. Some of them tattled to my father and I am so thankful. He bought a plane ticket and flew down to FL, talked about what I wanted to do, then packed me up and drove me home.

    It was difficult to take a look at everything I had been working for, for 13 years of school, and just walk away. But I did and I’m still alive.

    It has not been easy since then, but I’m on the road to recovery. Stories like the one above are so helpful, and I too hope to give hope to others struggling as well.

    Thank you for sharing!

  27. OW says:

    I don’t even go to Yale…I go to that other college down in Massachusetts.

    But this article…it perfectly articulates how it feels. So many days, I feel as though I have to put up a front. I look around, and feel inadequate, and failing. But I can’t let it show.

    Of course, this takes a toll on the mind inside, as you know.

  28. Senior At Stanford says:

    This rings equally true in California, and I’m sure quite a few places in between.

    Thank you so much for your courage. Best of luck fighting your battle. Know that you’ve given me an extra bit of strength in fighting mine.

    We all have our burdens to bear.

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