EVERY OTHER DAY

sometimes i feel helpless and hopeless. i grow tired of constantly fighting with myself. coping with this illness isn’t easy, and not knowing whether a new wave will come is exhausting.

but when i think about it… maybe if this burden had been given to someone else, they might not have had as supportive a family or environment as i do. i have people around me who support me, and that makes me feel grateful.

i also have a strong pen in my hand. writing gives me a way to channel my thoughts and emotions onto paper. it makes surviving a little easier.

talking, sharing, and being listened to… these are the things that help me the most.