So today is Let’s talk about Mental Illness day.
While I appreciate the notion every day is a day to discuss Mental Illness.
I have been diagnosed with depression, anxiety, major depression, ptsd, bi-polar 2 and holy fuck I am just cray cray.
I struggle sometimes daily but I can go months without feeling anything but good.
Than come those days where I sob into my pillow because everyone hates me and despite my talent I am not writing. I struggle with feeling like I am the world’s worst mother. That I am not a good friend, a good girl friend, a good daughter or sister. I writhe with disgust at my inability to not cope without having a drink. I look in the mirror and cannot stand the image that looks back at me. I have my ups and by god I have my downs. I cry and I bitch and I huddle beneath the blankets because there I find comfort. There I find security.
This is the face that depression wears in my life.
Everyone goes through the phase of depression one time or the other. Few of us become poets while others stick to pills 😉
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