Pain is inevitable suffering is optional -Anonymous
BEING mentally ill is EASY!
Just standing around letting your symptoms ruin your quality of life.
letting your symptoms ruin relationships.
That is very EASY.
It took zero effort. When I would lay in bed for 10 hours a day every day, dreading going out into the world. EASY, no expenditure of energy or effort. It was fucking miserable,
but it was as simple as just laying there.
Drugs, are easy.
Isolation, is a cinch.
Blame, no sweat.
Self loathing, simple.
Shame, no problama.
Missing out, piece of cake.
Giving up, effortless.
All of these things so very painful.
They are however eazy peezy lemon squeezy to do!
LIVING with mental illness that is DIFFICULT!
Getting up every day working for a quality of
Life. Taking your medication. Tending your relationships.
Everyday, I fight to the best of my ability.
I can't just take some pills and go see a MD/PHD talk a bit and I'm good. That just won't cut it.
My Mental Illness is going to fight me every step of the way. I have to meet force with force if I am going to win more than I lose.
Being mindful, is difficult.
Being brave, is difficult.
Asking for help, is difficult.
Emotion management, is difficult.
Owning my behavior when I go off the rails, is difficult.
Doing all these things over and over is difficult.
Rewarding as hell. But difficult to maintain.
So I fight.
There is no cure for this.
But I am not alone. You are not alone.
Fight every day for your life!
Live that life!
Make that life worth living!
When you grow weary of the fight. Call out to your fellow warriors, to your support system, to your family and friends. Ask them to help. So that if you are tired they can help you fight. Should you fall don’t for one minute dwell on it. GET BACK UP!
Find what is effective for YOU.
Do what is effective for YOU.
You got this.
Elliott C Smith
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