describing mental illness

How would you describe your mental illness to me? I would tell you to ask another question because it’s not as straightforward as that. Instead, ask me why I’m so quick to dodge a hand with the pure intention of patting my back. Ask me why the journal I carried in school was attached toContinue reading “describing mental illness”

It’s 3am

My sweater rests on my body, wet with tears from my most recent breakdown. I can’t feel the moisture, but I can see it now that I’m staring myself down in the mirror. It’s 3am. “Stop. Stop this,” I manage to whisper, barely audible. “This isn’t helping. This won’t change anything. Worrying doesn’t change anything.Continue reading “It’s 3am”