I’ve broke sometimes
I know some people who think that the number of people talking about mental illness and struggles must mean that it’s envogue or faddish or something. I’m here to tell you that couldn’t be further from the truth. I would venture that anyone who has had a physical injury of decent severity has reminders. That may be a literal scar, it maybe a joint that swells, locks up, or it may be that pain before it rains. I can tell you I've had my fair share. I've healed but parts of me will never be the same. Some will never be as close to where they were as I will ever want. But I go forward. My mental health is no different. Some days I just wake up and I feel I’m already defeated. Some logic would tell you that you have nothing to lose so it’s the perfect time to try. But those days are the days I’m most petrified. Memories, emotions, visceral physical reactions. They all come back some days, sometimes just for a moment. Sometimes it's much longer. I've come to realize th