Brianne Benitez and I walked into two scary incidences at a prestigious university. We weren’t expecting this…

While preparing for our talk on the stigma of mental health and addiction – which was within five minutes of stepping on campus – we heard that our contact, a therapist from the counseling center, had to rush a suicidal student to the hospital. Ten minutes after that Trish found a student on the floor in a women’s bathroom stall throwing up and dehydrated, presumably from alcohol or other substances. It was 9:45 AM. She was left to fend for herself while other girls came and went without considering asking if the girl might need help.

If you think mental health and addiction can’t touch your family or loved one because of the expensive school they go to, you’re sorely mistaken. If anything it is worse because they have the resources to purchase plenty of alcohol and drugs. All the while, they remain quiet about their struggles to protect the family’s image from being tarnished because they may need therapy or rehab.

Don’t be like the students who walked right by someone who’s suffering. If you know someone is struggling let them know you care by asking how you can help. Then call @addictioncampuses at 888-614-2251 to explore your options for getting them help.

One of the best-written pieces on my story.

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The right rear tire blows out.

The car rolls more than 10 times in seven seconds. In those seven seconds, as he remembers, the scene flashes before his eyes.

Riding down the interstate in an SUV, John Clint Mabry, a senior college student, and his friends are on their way back to Baylor University after spring break. In seven seconds, his life changes.

Seven- the world starts spinning. Six— the metal crashes all around him. Five— part of his right leg flies out the car. Four— he waits for the last second of his life. Three— waiting. Two— still waiting. One— silence.

The car stops rolling. He waits for death, but it doesn’t come.

“Holy crap,” he remembers saying. “Get the heck out.”

He crawls out, goes back and forth to get his friends. Minutes pass, he sits at the side of the road and stares at the view— a torn SUV, a helicopter, ambulances, fire trucks. He sees his right leg damaged, mostly bone and flesh.

“I’m going to lose my leg,” he thought.

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