I’m gonna let you in on a little secret. When you live with mental illness, you celebrate the good days, HUGE.
Each time you come back from a crash, it’s like a rebirth, where you have another chance to get yourself on track.
I was a bit of a trainwreck in December; it was a dark month. But since 2019 hit, I’m celebrating 2 full months and a bit of clean, safe, happy health.
My medications are (finally) perfectly balanced. I’m surrounded by the right people. I’m in the best place for my soul right now. I’ve accessed the right mental health supports (even if it wasn’t in my own community). I’ve shared my story. I’ve helped others.
My doctor told me that I would one day recover from my mental illness, because mine is indeed “curable”, and I’m feeling it. I’m not in the clear, but boy, am I feeling it.
Mental illness is a bull you can take by the horns.