Have you ever started the letter? You know, the one? The mental illness one. That one.
I have and so have many in my position. Here’s what it often looks like:
There are so many things for me to be sorry for that when I tried to start naming them I just break down in tears. I know you’re angry and frustrated with me and with my illness, rightly so.
There are often words that come after but the at their core is the same: shame, guilt, love, despair.
Right now I am okay and I am mostly writing this so other people know they are not alone in their feelings and to offer insight to those who don’t and can’t understand.
Try reaching out with love, acceptance and compassion to those around you. You never know who has a letter started.