My kids don’t like it when I say I have a mental illness. They look at me like I’m weird. My grandkids say I’m weird. I just think I’m different and I’m ok with being different.
I get sad and cry easily. I get anxious to the point that I can’t talk to anyone. My voice is scratchy when I’m anxious and I am more anxious when it’s scratchy so it is a vicious circle.
I don’t think I’m anything special yet I always want to be someone special. I have a stigma that something is wrong with me.
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