I think suffering from mental health has made me realize that good days give you happiness, bad days give you experience and the worst days give you a reason to get better.
They say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. But why? Why was I “chosen” to have a mental illness. I certainly didn’t choose it. Who the fuck would choose this life? If I was ever presented with this – you better believe I would run the other way.
But, I was chosen and I must do good with it so that I make a difference. And I’m trying. Every day. It’s great, because I have complete strangers reaching out to me through this blog. Connecting. Hopefully I am making a difference in other peoples lives.
But first, the most important life to change – is mine.