I was born in Darwin, a sickly baby with a heart defect which doctors did not discover until I was three years old.
When I was five Mum and Dad bought a 40-acre property in Gympie (Qld). Like most country kids I was always active—riding horses, swimming in the creek that backed onto our property and exploring. My self-esteem was good until I started high school, when I was bullied every day.
I started to isolate myself, wagging school and hanging around with the wrong crowd. I also began to self-harm.
I left school, and did a station-hand course at Longreach Pastoral College. Here I really learnt to drink and party. However, it wasn’t until 2013 that I realised I had a problem with drinking and self-harm.
I was studying nursing at university. I got drunk and hurt myself, from the pressure I was under and not knowing how to deal with my past. Four stitches were put in my wrist and I was put on medication to help stabilise my moods.
The next year, I was drinking again, and hurt myself again—when the ambulance arrived I passed out from loss of blood.
The acute mental health team was called in to assist, and this was my turning point, where I decided I needed to get a grip on life.
I stopped drinking for a while, but started again the following year, when I was in Winton (Qld). I was nursing and the loss of six patients in four months hit me hard—it was the custom to debrief over a couple of cold ones at the local watering hole.
One drink was never enough, but it wasn’t until my caseworker came and saw me at work that I realised I needed to get help by going to rehab. I thought that rehab was only for rich people or people who had broken bodies—not for drinking or self-harm.
I was offered a place at the Salvos Townsville Recovery Services, but couldn’t believe that people I didn’t know would be willing to help me—I was so used to helping other people and not giving myself a second thought.
Things were going well at rehab until my boss rang telling me that I would not be returning to my old job. This hit me hard, and I self-harmed and drank myself to sleep.
I spoke with a caseworker the next day and told them what I had done. Now I really knew that I had to do something about my problems. I had to do this program for me, so I started it again from scratch.
I believe that had I not reached rock bottom then I would not have grown as much as I have. I am getting in touch with myself, getting to know my feelings and I like what I see.
I have a new faith that has made so much difference in my life.