For me (and I’m not proud of this) mental health was always something that was for weak people, for the snowflakes that couldn’t handle their shit.

It’s not super comfortable for me to post a no makeup, hair-like-it-is type photo but I think this is a good opportunity to talk about labels.

This photo was taken just a year or two before my recovery began.

It’s like my brain has a bit of a stomach ache.
Or like my heart has a headache.
My stomach has the sniffles.

I am weary.
Some days are like this.

I have enough co-annoying disorders and invisible illnesses that I can’t necessarily point to one and give it all the blame. I also wear a lot of hats (figuratively).