Always. Be. Sick.
I finally swallowed that, and it hurt.
I will always have depression (and anxiety). It may not rule my day to day, but it is always there.
It was a scary thing to say out loud to myself.
Let’s face it, mental illness is scary.
Why would I want to admit that I will always be sick AND afraid.
I did it though.
But allowing myself to feel that let me into myself. It allowed me to accept myself for who I am, flaws and all.
I know how strong I am, even when I don’t feel strong.
I know that I can persevere through some pretty rough times.
I know that being scared, vulnerable, and open are things I do NOT have to hide.
I know that if I need help, all I have to do is ask.
I know that it’s NOT my fault that my daughter is also mentally ill (I didn’t “give it” to her).
I know that at the core of my being, I am a strong, resilient, caring human who is just trying to live in this chaotic world the best she can.
I think we need to remind ourselves of that more often: we are doing the best we can.
So, try and take a step back and look at how far you’ve come.
You ARE doing the best you can, with what you’ve been given.
Be proud of that.