Mental illness is uncomfortable and challenging and intolerable. No one wants to be that way. But you have to remember that someone with a mental illness is not their disorder.
You will love someone so much, so painfully, that you’ll hate them for not always being there.
I had hope that maybe things could get better in the next 6 months. For the first time in months, I felt hopeful about the future. I felt hopeful that there would even be a future.
My depression is one component of my identity, but it doesn’t share my face or my name. It is something else entirely. Something scary and dark and lonely and so completely unlike me.
I have scared some friends, family, and lovers with my panic attacks on more than a couple different occasions but luckily they never leave, and even more luckily, they never look at me differently.
As the number of social interactions exploded in college, the amount of pressure I put on myself increased exponentially as well.
Even though sitting alone with depression is lonely, it’s also temporary (as I have learned time and time again).
1. Pray. Find solitude in the promises of God.
At the age of 17 I made myself throw up for the first time.
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