I’m done feeling like a burden. Feeling like I am less of a fantastic human being because of a chemical imbalance in my brain. And if you can’t handle my imperfect life, if you can’t handle that I have a mental illness, you can walk away. You can get out of my life.
When you have no core sense of self, it’s easy to be anyone.
Depression and anxiety. Two words, two concepts, two illnesses that affect thousands of people on a daily basis.
A panic attack always begins the same way. I lose all warmth in my extremities and I begin to shake.
I thought about all the things that could happen that could break the streak. And the mere thought of it did it. My worst fears were creeping up my soul.
Depression is certainly treatable, but it’s not curable.
If you get therapy, don’t just say you have an “appointment.” Be straightforward and say you’re going to see your therapist.
If they want to hold their issues up like a shield that permits them to forget their compassion, their capacity for human decency – you need to go.
Establish a routine and stick to it. Routines can bring so much comfort and grounding in times of life that feel chaotic or out of control.
Some people have illnesses that you can see, that are widely accepted. I had an invisible illness and I had no idea how I was supposed to handle it.