This story first appeared on The Hidden Opponent and is being republished with permission. The author, Olivia Duarte, played four seasons at Colgate and is now a fifth-year student at Lindenwood. This story was edited by The Hidden Opponent editor in chief Leeann Passaro.
My name is Olivia Duarte, and for as long as I can remember, I have loved the game of lacrosse. The first semester of my senior year in college, that changed. I spent hours on the phone with my mom telling her I hated lacrosse and wanted to quit.
My mom being the incredible person she is knew this didn’t sound like the healthiest version of me. It was my depression talking … more like it was my depression screaming. My life became an all-consuming feeling of anxiety and depression. The simple act of getting out of bed was harder some days than a full practice.
I was at a place where my depression became all that I was. The sport I once loved became something I couldn’t bear to think about, and that was a terrifying thing.
Being an athlete, I was paralyzed by the thought of coming forward. My biggest fear was being seen as weak or as an athlete who wasn’t mentally tough … as someone who was not cut out for the pressures of a high-level competitive environment.
This fear took precedence over my well-being and consumed my life. I would have rather suffered in silence than be honest about the state of my mental health. I got to the point where I couldn’t even imagine getting back on the field. I wanted something to happen so I wouldn’t have to make a choice.