A little over a week ago I passed the one year mark since my first psychological collapse. My anxiety was working overtime in the week leading up to that day, so much I had a hard time functioning at all. A little over a year ago was a terrible weekend that would kick off five months of hospitalization, medication, treatment, and a second, more serious collapse.
I was broken.
I am still broken.
I am trying to put myself back together.
Over the last year I’ve gained more than 30 pounds, watched my world fall apart, evolve, and fall apart again.
Mental Illness isn’t a design flaw.
Mental Illness isn’t a joke.
Mental Illness isn’t a weakness.
Running From The Dream is my story, a story about my diagnosis and how I get through each day. Some days are better than others, more than a few are worse, but in the end I have one obligation every day, just one.
Survive. Some how, some way, I have to survive. If I can do that, I can still hope tomorrow will be better.
Uncommon Karma 