I can’t remember the last time the thought of the self checkouts being shut brought me out in a cold sweat because I’d have to deal with a real life person.
We all go through cloudy moments in life but the sun is always there waiting to shine. We as people are the same, our light still shines brightly even when it’s cloudy.
I am scared typing this that it sounds nuts and all very silly and trivial. But the things in my head, like little beasts, are telling me that everything is wrong.
When I think about the crisis team who lied to me; falsified my patient records; laughed at me; made suicide jokes; made me feel like nothing, I get palpitations
Hidden behind masks the illness is silent and invisible. For the person who is struggling with depression or anxiety the battle is real. It can be like Sleeping with the Enemy.
How you claim and put stock into labels about your illness and your world is up to you. I personally feel it’s important not to get tangled up in semantics.
I am learning to accept, then dismiss these thoughts as just that, a thought. As long as I stay stronger than my illness, I can overcome these intruders.