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.
There’s the little seed in me that focuses on the future, on being ‘better’. I don’t know what ‘better’ looks like yet, and nor do I expect a miracle cure.
You’re an adult, in charge of your own life, and you can choose who your friends and supporters are. If the toxic people just happen to be family members – too bad!
I was sitting last night absolutely hating myself. That voice was back, telling me how I’m such a horrible person and people would be better off without me.