5 years is a long time to deal with any illness and i get upset when i think about the fact that i’m going to be dealing with the lovely plethora of diseases i have for the rest of my life.
but i’m still alive, i’m still here, and while i might not ever be completely anxiety or depression-free, i can still be happy. i’ve taught myself that i am a person of value and worth and that the problems my brain has with neurotransmitters says nothing about me as a person.
the situation hasn’t changed, but i’ve changed. and so if any of you are beginning the mental illness struggle, keep your chin up. comfort isn’t quick and easy, but holy shit is it worth it.