Saying that I’ve been through a long, treacherous road while dealing with my mental illness is an understatement. I was hospitalized for suicidal intent for the first time when I was 17.
That feels like a lifetime ago, but really it’s only been 10 years. I cycled in and out of the hospital after that, and I thought I might always live my life in hospitals for a while there.
For years, I couldn’t hold down friendships, a job, I couldn’t participate in college — I felt so isolated. Yet, all the while, people would feed me “positive” thoughts like, “It could be worse.Read more on themighty.com