I just crumbled. I fell apart. Because I couldn't speak coherently while anxiety took hold, I ended up in a psych ward for two weeks, very heavily medicated.
It's taken a decade to get IN FRONT OF my mental illness rather than dragged behind it. I'm not looking behind me, I'm facing the future. It's a future of possibilities rather than that of limitations. Yes, I live with a mental illness, but rather than focus on the disabilities it brings, I am harnessing the ways in which I can help others through the rough waters of diagnosis and finding appropriate treatment.
I have been a part of a wonderful art therapy group which will soon be going on summer hiatus. In the meantime, I am taking advantage of my part-time work hours since my mastectomy and reconstructive surgery and heading to a few national organization support group meetings.
These are my first steps of getting involved. I finally feel strong enough to do so.
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