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.
I intend to keep fighting. For my own mental health yes, but for others too. I want there to be a day when people don’t call me brave for sharing my story.
So, what it’s like living with depression and anxiety? Before I found my way of coping with my illness, I was suffering every single day. It was a daily battle against myself.
Even the most poorly people on that ward would joke about how they are an adult, work, own a home, but are not allowed a pencil sharpener or pair of laces.
Reflecting, I’m thankful I didn’t take the decorations down. I am heartbroken, but I choose to be thankful for the good in my life, the warmth and love.