Depression is hard, but we keep trying.
If I disappear...
We talk about mental illness and death after suicide, but it seems beneficial to discuss the reality that before there came suicide, there was a mental illness. Just like before there came an overdose; there was an addiction.
I bottle up the internal pain and suffering, only sharing with a few. I wear the mask and behavior of normalcy.
I dislike holidays for many reasons, and those reasons keep coming, too. But Thanksgiving is a gift. A day of respite from the task of mentally surviving.
People who engage in physical conditioning get a break between workouts; for those working to stay mentally healthy, there is no break. We take the work out with us everywhere we go.
Surviving the journey of sharing your story.
I will fail time and again, but wrapped in this comforter of peace, I walk in His victory.
My mental illness may challenge us, major medical issues challenge many relationships. BUT, they NEVER define them. We press on together, as one, even when one needs space and time alone.
I sat at the stoplight and didn't want to go forward or turn around and go home. I tried to pick up my cellphone and call my husband to get me. Without warning, anxiety overwhelmed me.