May 9, 2020
Mental illness. It’s something we all go through whether we are aware or unaware. It can be simple anxiety, clinical depression, dementia, schizophrenia, posttraumatic stress disorder, and more. It comes in various forms.
It’s emotionally demanding and oftentimes I failed to maintain a balance. There, the journey down that rabbit hole began.
Shouldering the weight of expectations and being prim-and-proper was unbearable. I was at war with myself and I lost a part of myself. I’ve cried. I’ve been shattered. And when I look back, I wonder what has kept me going this long?
Asking for help hasn’t been my forte but staying quiet has been haunting. Overthinking and rethinking things again and again. “Everything is a big disaster.” “How much more?” Unspeakable painful stories and yet I’m here, fighting everyday because I’m not letting my inner demons win.
Experiencing all the changes that have taken place, I’ve drawn my conclusion: I am slowly healing. I might have battle scars but they’re just a piece of my story. In no way do they define me.
Life struck when I was vulnerable, physically drained, and emotionally empty but I’m still proud that I’ve come this far. I’ve blossomed into a beautiful individual. Some might not think that way, but their judgment doesn’t affect me anymore. I am making progress and I have a beautifully broken story to tell. We’re all broken but we’re just imperfectly perfect in our own little way.
“Living with anxiety, turning up, and doing stuff with anxiety takes strength most people will never know. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
Mental Health Through Difficult Times
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