Writing Words With the Tips of My Toes
Mental illness is not who I am. It is a part of who I am but, it does not summarize all that makes me whole as a person. I’m not ashamed that I have severe depression, PTSD or an anxiety disorder. While it has not been easy, I have learned a lot about whom I am. Who I want to be and what is important.
For a time I kept silent about the struggles I faced. As a child 10 – 14, I had no idea about the world. I had no knowledge that what I had been dealing with was something I could seek help for. I did not know I could connect with others facing the same problems. I kept to myself, I thought something was wrong with me and I felt ashamed.
Soon things took a turn, not yet for the better. I lied and hid still…
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