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I have dealt with mental illness since 2009 but had my first encounter with “the system” in 2018. I had just started a new job. I worried about messing up and making people mad. I tried pushing through but anxiety and depression kicked in, resulting in suicidal ideation. So I quit my job.
That following Monday, life changed forever. I woke up depressed and immediately wanted to end my life. I felt like a failure. After thinking of a plan to end my life, I knew I was in danger. I told my dad, “I need to go to the emergency room. I don’t want to live anymore.” I was put on a 72-hour hold. In the hospital, I was quiet and scared. I just wanted to disappear. There were truly scary moments, and I cried constantly. I was prescribed a new medication and diagnosed with Social Anxiety. By discharge, I felt like I was on track to recovery.
Two and a half months later, my mental health declined. I was depressed and laid on the couch constantly. My doctor prescribed a new medication. A couple of days later, the suicidal ideation came on strong. All I could think about was ending my life. I was in the darkness of my own mind and the light was nowhere to be seen.
I told my therapist that if I did try to end my life, it would be spontaneous. I was put on another 72-hour hold! I felt like a waste of life. I was hospitalized for five days. At discharge, I was scared to go back into the world. Fortunately, I was referred to an outpatient program.
Upon completing the program, I started hanging out with friends and felt like I could figure things out. I attended a Young Adult Therapy Group. There I met a transgender male. This was reassuring because I was struggling with my own identity. I did not understand who I was or my purpose in life.
I turned 26 a few months later which meant I had to find new health insurance! As I got closer to losing my insurance, my anxiety and depression started creeping back. I started experiencing suicidal ideation and told my dad, “I’m done fighting this depression. I’m tired of being tired. I can’t keep doing this.” We ended up back at the emergency room. I explained to the doctor that I was tired of fighting depression and wanted to die. To make things worse, I no longer had insurance and was transferred to the County Hospital. I was placed on a 72-hour hold and hospitalized for eight days. During my stay, I learned about Putnam Clubhouse and something awoke inside me. I was determined to get involved so I became a member.
My psychiatrist told me to think about anything that I was not addressing in my life. I realized I still did not know who I was. I thought I might be gay but that felt inaccurate. I started smaller. I began listening to KPOP, one of my now favorite music genres. I made positive comments on the performers’ outfits and dance styles, which showed that I was coming out of my shell. At this point, I started accepting that I am a transgender woman. I acknowledged what I had been suppressing for such a long time, what my subconscious was trying to tell me. It felt freeing.
I told my psychiatrist and therapist that I believed I was transgender. I knew that to be happy and honest, I had to start right then. What I didn’t know was that I would have to educate them on what transgender meant. On September 6, 1992, I was born Parker Taylor Johnson, male. Today, I identify as Paige Madison Taylor, a transgender woman. To be transgender means that a person does not identify with their gender assigned at birth. It took me 26 years to accept that. Since I was a small child, I knew that I was different. I knew I did not fit in with boys. Every birthday wish was to wake up the next morning a girl. Every Christmas wish was the same. Wishing on shootings stars, also the same. As a child who did not know what it meant to be transgender, wishful thinking and prayers were all I had.
I am the first transgender woman to have started the process of transition while participating at Putnam Clubhouse. I have made my voice heard by this. I attended Putnam Clubhouse for one year before I started telling Clubhouse staff. I told staff before coming out publicly because I did not know how the Clubhouse community would react. I wanted staff to be aware so that if something happened, Staff could support me. In late January 2020, I came out publicly to the Clubhouse community and the world.
A lot of people tell me that I am brave for doing what I do and my only thought to them is: I do this because it is who I am and I need to do it to survive. The courage to come out publicly was due largely in part to the support of Putnam Clubhouse. Without that, I would probably have been rehospitalized. I have survived and thrived two years without returning to the hospital which is something that few understand. I have learned to advocate for others, build my self-esteem and start living my true life. I have become a Leader, Young Adult Coordinator, Facilitator and Coordinator of Putnam Clubhouse’s very first LGBTQ+ group, and just recently became a member of the Board!
Because of my experiences with mental health and finding my identity, I am alive and pursuing life as I see fit. I live with Major Depressive Disorder and General Anxiety topped off with being transgender, but even with all that, I have proven to myself that recovery is possible.