am the fittest. My name was still picked.I don’t fit the archetype for the person dealing with mental illness, and that’s why it was so hard for me to accept that I had one.
I didn’t want to identify with the rest. The people that I strongly identified with were happy-go-lucky, motivated people. They were ambitious, hard workers with their lives together.
They were organized with their time. They were bubbly and charming, highly productive, disciplined and strong willed. They were deeply religious.
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