I am always surprised when the strongest people I know tell me about their experience with mental illness. I don’t know why mental illness is seen with such fear when at some point all of us will experience it.
The stigma that surrounds mental illness has often left me feeling ashamed and alone. I didn’t talk about it to anyone. But I found that the more I kept it locked away the more it came back to haunt me. I was only able to start healing when I admitted I had a problem and asked for help.
I find that when I open up about my illness many people can relate to it rather than turning around and saying I’m mad!
A lot of people I know have amazing happy lives but then tell me they get depression. The most confident people we know can suffer from bad self esteem. The strongest, toughest people can feel scared!
Mental illness touches all of us, it has no face.
You have Bipolar? me too!
You self harm? me too!
You get depression? me too!
You get that constant dread of panic? me too!
You cry when no one else is looking? me too!