She leaned toward me, gently, silently, her gaze nurturing and nonjudgmental. Her silence spoke volumes.
The way you feel about people and situations will shift, and that’s OK.
Today, I missed work for “not feeling well.” Not for a fever, but for something that goes through my brain not allowing me to get up from bed and start my day.
Thank you for your willingness to learn what I need when I feel particularly anxious and to respect boundaries.
And maybe for one moment you aren’t that girl with depression. Maybe in that instant you don’t feel so empty.
I don’t like looking at my wedding photos. There, I said it. It’s not that they aren’t beautiful, objectively they are. Rather, it’s that the story they tell is incomplete.
I want us to actually get to a point where mental illness in the Black community isn’t a shock or a surprise to anyone at all. I want us to get to a point where it is simply viewed an overall health issue.
You are human, a human being who is still growing and evolving into who you need to be, and where you are in life should not determine your worth.
I’m not going anywhere.
You are not Bipolar Disorder I, you are human. You are so very human that you wouldn’t even believe.