Sometimes it feels like I’m drowning.
My name is Elizabeth, and I’m mentally ill.
Because your brain never switches off, no matter how much you want it to.
Forget pedicures and bubble baths.
“I felt like, and still feel like, I made a mistake. I don’t want to be a parent.”
I went in not knowing what to expect – and came out not knowing what to think.
I have a pranic healer.
It’s kind of like telling someone “If you’re hungry, come over for dinner.”
No matter how much I denied it, it was obvious that I was depressed.
I once thought committing suicide was selfish. Now I’m not sure.
Content warning: Themes of mental illness that some readers may find triggering.
There are days when getting out of bed takes grit.
You don’t have to just lay there and take it.