Hopelessness and I became best friends. And I found this friend sitting on my lap again as I sat in the psychiatrist's office, getting my official diagnosis.
Even though it has been almost two years since Steve took his own life, there are those who still do not agree with my talking freely about his suicide. Yes, the embarrassment and stigma associated with suicide is still alive and well.
At the end, a current with such force, can lift even the heaviest of loads and bring them to flight.
Having mental illness does not define me. Nor does it have to define you either. You are strong, resilient, capable and worthy.
It is entirely frustrating to accept that this will be a cycle for the rest of my life, that I cannot forever be the sunny individual my public persona conveys; a mask so convincing that even I fall for...until I find myself alone again.