No Longer Late on the Rent
I couldn’t name mental health. I couldn’t call my depression by its title when it came creeping up to scare me. Instead, I let it overstay its welcome.
I couldn’t name mental health. I couldn’t call my depression by its title when it came creeping up to scare me. Instead, I let it overstay its welcome.
"While I can label the thought all I want with words like negative, dark, disappointing—when I boil it down to the basics, it’s just a thought."
Though I have known these feelings most of my almost 52 years of life, I have only recently felt unable to manage them. Healing from trauma is so far from being linear.
I want to emphasize here how much we can get from practicing self-care, peer-to-peer support, and community support on our own.
Today was the first day of the rest of my life and I was spending it crying on a therapy horse named Ty, my tears mixing with the dirt that clung to him. I was beyond rock bottom.
What would happen if instead of telling “negative” or “difficult” kids that their outcries were disruptive and made people feel uncomfortable, we told them they have a right to feel all the complicated emotions and not just the pretty ones?
My shame will not survive.
There is magic in life again, and my healing is a testament to it.
I think that having bipolar disorder has helped me be a better parent.
May is Mental Health Month. These statements are true, they are non-negotiable, they are Black and White.
I can’t “choose happiness,” but I can invite it.
To keep letting each new day greet you even when you feel like you have nothing to offer it is not insignificant.
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