My name is Chase. I am the founder of Oasis Stories. I have been diagnosed with major depressive disorder and generalized anxiety disorder.
I believe it all originated with my lack of self esteem. I began dating for the first time when I was 14. I started worrying about the most irrational things. I was jealous of all her male friends and would live in constant fear of losing her to one of them. Of course, both of these concerns I had were for completely no reason.
This girl had a history of depression, a mental condition which I was unfamiliar with at the time, and granted me my first few experiences with it. Her mindset and techniques for solving problems were completely unheard of to me. However, my mind shortly started reflecting hers.
My parents quickly noticed and attempted to help. The idea of therapy was first brought up here, to which I immediately shot down. Like many others, at the time, I had falsely considered therapy to be a treatment for “crazy” people.
The relationship I was in finally ended after five long months, and I now had the difficult task of dealing with my first true breakup, all the while dealing with this newfound sadness. When I found out that she had actually cheated on me as well, I was devastated.
Fortunately, I didn’t have to deal with this heartbreak for very long, as I found my next girlfriend very quickly after. This girl was incredibly sweet and reassuring towards my insecurities and jealousy, which naturally appeared in this relationship as well. Unfortunately, more so than my last girlfriend, she was struggling with depression as well. I truly cared for this girl, and genuinely believed I might lose her to suicide. My anxiety worsened and the happiness and joy I found from the relationship quickly faded.
My girlfriend began seeing a therapist, which encouraged my parents to suggest it again. With my girlfriend supporting the idea as well, I gave in. I began to meet with a therapist once a week. After a few sessions she concluded that I should likely be seeing a psychiatrist as well. This is where I was officially diagnosed for having a depression and anxiety disorder.
The doctor created a plan for me to begin taking anti-depressants and my sessions with the therapist continued. With both my depression and my girlfriends at their peak, my issues were becoming unbearable. My therapist had a very in depth session with me over each of my problems, and afterwards informed my mother to consider temporarily placing me in a psychiatric hospital.
Looking back, I know she was only trying to help, but at the time I felt enraged. I felt betrayed by the person who I entrusted with my deepest thoughts and feelings, and I stopped attending therapy.
I began to use my girlfriend as my therapist, who was still dealing with her own depression. She was somehow strong enough to support me, as well as herself. By continuing to go to therapy and taking her own set of medicines, she was able to beat her depression. There was only so much she could do for mine, however.
Despite my reassuring friends and family, my self esteem had never been lower. I began to get jealous of one of my best friends, who sat next to my girlfriend in class. I couldn’t stand not being there to keep an eye on them. They were both great people and I had no reason to feel this way, but it didn’t matter. For no reason at all, I would regularly confront her about him, and finally she had enough.
After two years she ended our relationship, and to top it all off, she did start dating him after only a few days. My fear of losing her to him was ultimately what led to it actually happening, and I hated myself for it. It took me almost a full year to recover entirely.
Without a serious girlfriend, feelings of pointlessness and worthlessness became a common occurrence for me. One day, I realized that if I wanted to avoid feeling worthless, I needed to give my life an indisputable purpose. I needed to create a legacy for myself that would be undeniably worthwhile. If I could do that, my depression would have absolutely nothing to latch itself onto. For once, rather than feeling empty and dispirited, I felt encouraged and excited. I didn’t know what the most worthwhile life would consist of, so I took a safe bet: helping people. I knew that I couldn’t go wrong living my life for the benefit of others.
I went to YouTube, a platform I had dabbled with before, and created a channel called Chase The Vase. While attempting to grow my channel, I met a fellow YouTuber named Colton Kuhn. Colton was an entrepreneur who lived his life incredibly ambitiously and optimistically.
Colton is very knowledgeable and experienced with positivity, and he taught me that positivity was key for succeeding anywhere. Somehow, Colton managed to transform me from a pessimist into an optimist. Pushing me to be a better YouTuber, mailing me books about achieving success, and encouraging and helping me actually start a business are just a few things he did to help me.
I was truly loving life with my newfound optimism, and was happier than I had been in a long time. I had always loved telling stories and wanted to be an author since I was a child, but helping people was something I was now very passionate about as well. I decided to combine storytelling with helping people and created Oasis Stories. I knew the best way to succeed was to make it personal, so I targeted those with mental health issues.
As of writing this, Oasis Stories is still new. I’m still creating the company and everything it stands for, but one thing is for sure: Oasis Stories gives my life purpose. I want to help you get past the hard parts of your life, because through Oasis Stories, you help me get past mine, and I cannot thank you enough for that.