Mental illness is sitting in your car trying to gather enough courage just to go inside. Sometimes even your own home.
Mental illness is painting on a smile, just so no one can see you tearing yourself apart.
Mental illness is sometimes hating thee people you love more than anything, because it is a welcomed relief from hating yourself.
Mental illness is sitting alone in your car crying because it’s the only place no one can see you.
Mental illness is thinking suicide is the only way out of a bad situation, because you’re scared of what’s coming next.
Mental illness is listening to someone say unnecessarily hurtful, anger filled things to the people you love…only to realize you’re the one saying the negative things.
Mental illness is wanting to be alone, but wanting people to refuse to leave you alone.
Mental illness is believing you don’t matter….and if someone tells you differently, you believe they’re lying.
Mental illness is mentally scripting out your suicide letter, and trying so hard to mentally word it in such a way that everyone knows it wasn’t their fault, there was nothing they could do.
Mental illness is being overly controlling in other aspects of your life, only because you’re losing control in every other aspect…..
Mental illness is a swirling black void filled with all the terrible things you’ve done, all the terrible things you’ve said, and every day it tries to consume you.
Mental illness is paranoia, questioning every little thing anyone says, over thinking, over analyzing, and assuming everyone is trying to get you. Or, other side of that coin is thinking everyone is your friend even with mounting evidence they are not.
Mental illness is pain.