What I wish people understood about mental illness is that when your body is working against you, it is a hard, and at times devastating cycle to conquer. . . Unfortunately, it is hard to think about making it to the other side in the moment when all you can make sense of and think about is how dark and alone and hopeless you feel. I’ve been there. Far too many times, I’ve been there. And it serves as a blow to the gut each time — one that almost always feels worse than the last. And the time spent waiting for the discomfort and agony to release its grip — that suffocating and relentless psychological hold — seems to ooze by excruciatingly slow. It drains me. It drains me of strength and will and hope.
Posted on: Mon, 17 Nov 2014 03:13:35 +0000
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