My laceless shoes represent an integral part of myself that has been stripped away because of my disorder. Just like the hospital scissored away at the laces, so did the disorder cut away at the remainder of my emotional stability.
I am vulnerable. It’s a feeling I have embraced on my own terms but never on the terms of my disability. I’ve always been keenly aware of my own power and capability, until you’ve experienced an episode that tears away at the very being you’ve created for yourself.
I am fragile. For 10 days I stayed at a mental hospital in the grips of a mixed episode of bipolar disorder with psychotic symptoms.Read more on themighty.com