I am strong.
Living with mental illness has undoubtedly strengthened my soul and my will to live. Fighting a daily battle with my brain simply to stay alive is exhausting. It’s a difficult battle to understand. But I am not alone. And that makes me strong.
What makes this fight unique is that I’m often able to conceal it. Sometimes I hide the ugly realities of my illness from others, I wouldn’t want to scare them. What would they think if they really knew what went on behind these eyes and inside this mind?
This is the dirtiest of fights. All bets are off and there’s nothing fair about it. Anything goes. Fight to the death! That seems to be the ultimate goal. My brain is literally trying to kill me! It’s a knock-out, drag-down fight. Gloves off. And I win everyday.
I am strong. I am strong. I am strong.
I’m growing keen to anxiety’s trickeries. I’m learning not to listen to depression’s lies. I’m learning healthy coping tools to implement when self harm cravings strike. I’m learning to pick-up the phone or go to a meeting before I take a drink. I’m learning to ask for help when I need it. I’m building a support network. I’m a messy work in progress. But I am strong.
Tell me how mental illness has made you strong! Leave a comment!