It’s been two years since the worst time of my life, and I’m really proud of me and thankful to my friends for getting me through that period. The scary part is that it’s not over, and that moments like that might return. You will battle your mind every second, everyday, and for me, my body as well. How do you even begin to heal? I think maybe you don’t, the best you can hope for is the courage to manage.
This blog I’ve started is my own personal space of happiness, and while I don’t want to deny the part of me that hurts, a reminder for all the good things is maybe what I need. I had a huge mental breakdown today, and could feel myself slipping downwards- I wish there was some way to alert others as if you were holding up an “S.O.S.” sign. Constantly worrying and standing on the edge of a hole man. I’m exhausted.
But I’ve made it this far, haven’t I? Look back on the few greatest moments that have graced your life, and let yourself feel, but then try to remember all the positive, even if it’s a tiny handful or is yet to happen. Live to achieve that feeling, because it will remind you of everything that you’ve withstood and represent, which is Courage. Courage doesn’t always show up in just the actions of a doctor, firefighter, or activist. Sometimes it goes unnoticed, unappreciated, even. But recognize it for yourself. And try to channel it towards something better or greater. That’s all I can say as a note to myself, and for anybody reading this now.