Sarajea—Art and Illustration

It's All the Worst Part

It's All the Worst Part

It's All the Worst Part

It's All the Worst Part

It's All the Worst Part

It's All the Worst Part

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It's All the Worst Part

It's All the Worst Part

It's All the Worst Part

It's All the Worst Part

It's All the Worst Part

It's All the Worst Part

It's All the Worst Part

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It's All the Worst Part

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It's All the Worst Part

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It's All the Worst Part

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It's All the Worst Part

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And here I want to say something:  When I have talked to other people, or read other people's thoughts (posted privately, with worries and sadness, to the vastness of the internet), this is a recurring theme.  We're scared to seek help.  We don't want medication.  We don't want to "give up" and accept direction from others.  We don't want to lose ourselves.

It's hard to rely on something outside yourself.  It's scary.  It's a big step, and a frightening one.  And medications are different, and the first one (or second one, or third one...) you try might not work for you.

But let yourself ask for help.  Sure, pills are a crutch—but right now, you've got a broken leg.  And you're limping along on it, and it hurts with every step, and the pain makes you cry, and—this is the worst part—with every step you take by yourself, you make it a little worse.