By Tina Blacksmith
I grew up in a broken home. That in itself took a huge toll on me. Between the physical and emotional abuse, I was a nervous wreck, always on the lookout. Fast forward years later to 2017. I’d like to say it’s all sunshine and rainbows but that is a huge lie.
It’s really hard to have good days when your brain won’t let you stop thinking about the scary days
I have good days. But there are the bad days where I just don’t know what to do, what to think. I just want to hide from the world. Crying usually releases a lot of the emotion. I’m so afraid because I know the bad days like to creep up on me like a black shadow out of nowhere.
I hate social situations
I have started actively trying to avoid people I know. It’s easier to walk the other way than getting caught in a conversation of small-talk where I’m either picking at my skin or wishing I could just leave.
I just want people to know that there are so many struggling
You are not alone, even when your brain tries to trick you into thinking you are. I hope someday the stigma ends. No one deserves to be treated like they’re a freak because they have an illness others cannot see.