Why I Left My College Athletics Team for My Mental Health
I had never been a “quitter.” This label was tough to swallow, but I knew there had to be a difference between quitting and choosing to making a change when life felt out of control.
As a transfer student, I moved to Ann Arbor the summer before my sophomore year and joined the women’s rowing team. I thought I had found my perfect fit. This team and culture were exactly what I wanted to be a part of; I was surrounded by women who were striving to be leaders and the best, both on and off the field. On the surface, this was a dream come true. Friends and family were so proud, and the positive attention I received as a member of the Michigan athletics community was truly special. Despite this, something was wrong. I couldn’t identify or name it, but I was losing control.
Fast forward to junior year, I knew that I was unhappy, stressed out and chronically exhausted, so I made the decision to leave the team. I told myself that everything would “automatically get better” if I removed myself from the team and the pressures of college athletics. While I came up with several reasons why this was the right decision, none of them acknowledged the true problem.
At that time in my life, I was running on empty and living life on autopilot; I was completely out of touch with my mind and body. In retrospect, it scares me to think about the damage I was doing to my mental and physical health, and today I can finally acknowledge and name what I was experiencing.
Being able to name what I was experiencing has been powerful in my journey to recovery and self-improvement and allowed me to accept that I needed help. I encourage anyone reading this reflect how you are feeling right now and what you would tell a friend if you knew they felt this way. Would you encourage that friend to ask for help?
I talk about my experiences in the present tense because I am still a work in progress. I found that it became much easier to work on my challenges when I could finally name them.
I have anxiety.
Early in college, I didn’t know what anxiety was. I had heard about depression, but I knew nothing about the signs and symptoms of other mental health disorders. I had convinced myself that extreme stress, inability to sleep and restrictive eating was all part of being an athlete. Today, I can confidently acknowledge that I have anxiety and I am learning how to thrive and cope with this challenge.
I have disordered eating.
My relationship with food has been complicated. From a young age, I was very insecure about my strong legs and this sparked my interest in learning as much as I could about nutrition and how to control my diet. At the age of 12 I began counting calories and memorizing nutrition labels. This restrictive pattern continued into college, all while training two to three hours a day.
The day I cried in the team nutritionists’ office was when I began to realize that food was controlling me. Today, with the help of a nutritionist, I am working on improving my relationship with food and fueling my body in a way it deserves.
I am dependent on exercise.
As a college athlete, I truly enjoyed training. I loved early mornings in the weight room, that was my time to stand out. Despite my drive to be a great athlete, I reached a point in college when my body image became more important than my physical performance.
I craved the feeling of complete exhaustion, which I reached fairly quickly due to my poor recovery and nutrition habits. My self-worth was completely wrapped up my identity as an athlete. I still find so much satisfaction in exercise and crave it daily, but I am working on finding the best balance for my body and mind.
Thinking back to my college years, I realize that I shoved away my feelings and fears so that I could be this person I thought I “should” be. I lived with perfect structure, leaving no room for flexibility, intuitive decision making or spontaneous adventure. I trained myself not to feel.
The culture of college athletics is both a beautiful and intense space. Athletics taught me incredible lessons about leadership and community, while at the same time, taking a notable toll on my mental and physical health.
Where am I now? Trying to find balance in my life. I go to weekly therapy sessions and meet regularly with a nutritionist. I found yoga and build in time each week to let my mind and body rest. I have dedicated this past summer to working on myself and embracing the present.
I hope that one day I can speak about my experiences in the past tense, but in the meantime, I will continue to share my story in the hopes that I encourage someone else to do the same.
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