as a young woman with mental illnesses, i’ve tried to be as open as possible with my experiences both here and in real life. i remember i used to refer to my counseling appointments as going to the “doctor” or simply “appointments.” my antidepressants used to be “allergy medicine”
i feel like 16-year-old emily would be shocked at 21-year-old emily telling friends that she can’t make dinner because she has group therapy til 5 or stating pretty plainly that she’s feeling particularly anxious this weekend or whatnot.
i refuse to remain silent. if i want a healthy discourse on the realities of living with mental illness, it’s going to start with me. (at the same time i completely understand people’s boundaries regarding their own experiences, so don’t see this post as me shaking anyone by the shoulders and yelling “TALK ABOUT YOUR PAIN!!!!”)