So. Apparently it’s invisible illness week. I’m going to do two posts. My first one here is about the mental aspect of my chronic illness. Tomorrow, I’ll do the physical one.
I have depression.
I have PTSD.
I have OCD.
I have GAD.
To many, even me, it looks like an alphabetical clusterfuck. I take three different medications a day to try and keep my brain from frazzling out. I am in therapy – I have been for four years and a half years and will be for the foreseeable future.
Some days my future is bleak.
Some days I can’t leave my apartment.
Others, I can’t leave my bed.
Some days, I am fully functional.
It isn’t a one size fits all.
There is no cure.
I only learn to live.
And to grow.
But, I’ve accepted it. These things suck balls, that much is true.
But it doesn’t change the fact I’m an awesome and compassionate friend.
It doesn’t change the fact I live and laugh and love.
It is just a part of my brain chemistry. The way I am.