I love order, I need order, I crave order, yet I cannot always have order in my life. Grief reminds me of that.
I dress up my self-destructive behaviors all fancy in an effort to masquerade them around as an attempt to cope with my challenges, the justification being simply that a negative coping skill is still a coping skill, so what’s the real harm in the end?
It started off small because to me a cookie is never really just a cookie, it’s the gateway to the entire box of cookies.
Just as much as those with cancer, diabetes, or HIV, people with a mental illness need resources for survival that include professionals to help them manage their symptoms in hopes of having an opportunity at a more fulfilling life.
The Holocaust did not happen overnight, it started small.
It’s ok to not be ok.
Someone can faithfully take their medicine, regularly see a therapist and even attend support groups, but sometimes all of that just isn’t enough and we need a higher level of care. What’s the shame in that?