The Journey to Hashtag Virtual

Many of the people I surround myself with know my background story, why I started a business, why I wanted to work from home, and most importantly, why I wanted to help other businesses. All of it stems from my mental health.

I’ve struggled with my mental health since I was 16. I was diagnosed with depression and given a medication to help my mind, help me be “happier”. I remember my doctor calling them “happy pills”.  

I hated my pills. I hated that I needed a pill to be happy. I couldn’t talk about it with friends because no one understood. I had a hard time opening up to any one really. I struggled all the way through high school.

When I graduated, I was blessed to receive a job that allowed me to be on a schedule. Monday to Friday looked a bit like this: work 8:00am to 4:30pm, go to the gym for 30-60 minutes, have dinner, work on my studies, go to bed, repeat. I can already hear you saying “who wants to do the same thing over and over every week?”. I do. Anyone that struggles with depression or anxiety does. Pattern is key, consistency is key. Sometimes the smallest bit of change sets off a whole episode.

I came off my pills then. I felt like I was ready. I didn’t talk to my doctor, I went ahead and went cold turkey off my pills. Bad idea, no one should do that. However, after about a month of withdrawal symptoms, my body started to balance out and everything was going along great again.

Fast forward two years and you’ll find me moving out of my parent’s place, into an apartment, with my boyfriend. I was 21, it was scary. I’ve always had a close relationship with my parents so leaving the comfort of my family home was hard. After too many breakdowns, I decided it was time to visit the doctor and go back on my medication.

So I did, I started with one medication, moved to a different medication, added the previous medication back in, and then added a third medication. Yes, I’m on three medications.

This didn’t happen over a month. This happened over the course of a year. It took long conversations, lots of tears, tons of therapy sessions, and all the support in the world.

All through this, I was lucky to have a job with a boss that understood, supported, and encouraged me. I took time off to go to the doctor without a problem, I came in late some days when it was hard to get out of bed, once or twice I may have cried in front of my boss. He always listened though, I could have sat there and talked for an hour some days and he would have stayed and listened. If you get yourself a job like that, don’t take advantage of it.

I overloaded myself though. I expected too much of myself and a few months ago, I cracked, I broke, and I needed to fix something. I couldn’t give up school, I was so close to the end, so I had to quit my job. It’s not easy to leave a job you love.

That’s when I decided I need to work from home. I needed to be able to work from my bed if necessary. I needed a bit of freedom to decide my hours, work when my head was in the right space.

I also wanted to make a difference. I wanted to work with people that were overwhelmed, exhausted, and needed help, because I understand. They can’t do it on their own anymore. So, I became a Virtual Assistant. I help people better their business. I take tasks off their plate to make their life easier. The best part? I get to work at my pace, during my own hours, and I work wherever I want.