It has come to my attention that I'm surrounded by a lot of strong, powerful people who don't know how strong and powerful they are. If you're reading this now, that's you. I'm talking to you. I see a lot of positive sounding posts from people who have broken down crying when I've asked how they're doing. I've been supported lately, and always, by people who I *know* are struggling themselves and if you're one of those people, thank you. I've learned, through the recovery process and dealing with my own mental illness, that people tend to hold back the bad stuff. People don't proudly project their pain - they shove it down and cover it up. They pretend everything is okay, often suffering in silence, until they break. The self-destruction is very real and very dangerous. Bad things happen to good people and the good people blame themselves for it. Loyal hearts get played. People cry themselves to sleep some nights and show up to work with a s...
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