It is the knowledge that despite that voice, despite that bedmate, you still manage to get out of bed, keep your head held high, and stand strong.
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I realized that what I am doing isn’t normal, and it never was. I was so ashamed. I feel different but I still keep doing it, I feel like it’s in my system.
We are not alone, we are all fighting our own battles. We are not crazy, we are not weird, we are not sick.
I’ve gone from feeling like there’s something “wrong” with me that nobody understands, to using my condition to help others.
