I have been struggling with mental illness and just recently, I began writing and speaking out about my struggles with depression and anxiety.
Alone with my thoughts, I had two choices to make. Sink or Swim. Even though a larger part of me wanted more than anything to sink, there was this little voice at the back of my mind screaming to never give up, to never give in. I mustered every ounce of strength I had and began to fight like I have never fought before.
I began to write about all I’ve been through. I wrote like my life depended on it because in so many ways it did. By pulling my demons out into the light and exposing them, I felt I was finally able to begin to heal. I had found my voice. I had found my emotional anchor.
I hope that this piece of writing I share with you is a starting to your healing journey. While it might terrify you to look inward, say to yourself…
‘I am not yet ready to surrender, I deserve to matter, I deserve encouragement, I deserve love, because I still have much living to do’.
The truth, however, is that we must face our own demons if we have any hope of slaying them. But we don’t have to do that alone.
