Do not put them down, uplift them. Remind them of how worthy they truly are. Remind them that life is indeed beautiful.
We fret over the smallest of things. We overthink until we feel like our heads will explode. We think and think and think. It never turns off. It never disappears. It never slows or quiets down. It never stops, no matter how happy we are and no matter how in love we are with our lives or other people.
You may be labeled all kinds of things – mentally ill, addicted, depressed, anxious, lazy, a failure. You may be stigmatized.
“You don’t have to text me back. Just letting you know I care about you and appreciate you.”
I shut down. I can’t think. I forget where I’m going or what I’m doing. I just fall asleep.
Choosing recovery doesn’t necessarily mean you will be cured, or never struggle again, but what it does mean is that you are making the conscious decision to fight. To not be a victim. To walk in the light of life, instead of in the shadows of darkness of death.
It’s wanting you to ask if I’m okay but not wanting to speak.
What really made me hate myself is when I met someone who continued to choose to love me.
People may start to distance themselves from you. It’s scary.
“I don’t know, is there a mental illness for just being super inconsistent with your views and opinions and basically everything that makes a person who they are? If so, sign me the hell up.”