#ooc.weightless

so like......in 3 days it’s the anniversary of when i got admitted to a psych center for an amalgam of reasons, four years ago. my struggle with mental illness probably began before i even realized it (like when i was a wee child), but it wasn’t until it got this bad that i actually made the effort to start healing. it’s been slow, and it’s gotten worse, and it’s gotten better.

but now i’m happy. i’m not content 100% of the time, and there are still a lot of issues i have to work out. some of them are new. but it doesn’t feel like the end of the world anymore. i can have a bad day knowing it doesn’t have to be that way tomorrow.

i guess i just....wanna say that if you’re having a rough time, it can get better. don’t give up. i know that sounds incredibly cheesy but in retrospect, that’s exactly what i did to get to where i am. i stayed alive and kept trying. 

four years sounds like a long time. twenty-seven years sounds even longer. but i can remember it as if it just happened. but even though it’s taken me a long-ass time to become stable, i don’t think there could have been a fast track to recovery. it’s a lifelong problem. i’ll be 80 and still have days where it feels like the world is collapsing on me. 

i just know i see a lot of mutuals on here struggling w/ their situations and their mental illness and i just don’t want anybody to give up on themselves.