I know, I know. I just made a big deal about how I’m not my illness, and now I go on to write blog post after blog post about my mental illness.
What’s the deal?
While my illness does not define me, I still have to live with it. Some days its no big deal. Some days its a mere annoyance. Some days it consumes my life. Even though I don’t want to define myself by it, I still have to put up with its crap on a daily basis, and sometimes it without a doubt influences my choices.
I need a place to share my struggle uncensored under the comfort of anonymity until I find the courage to talk about it openly and without shame. This is that place.
It is a challenge and a struggle, but dammit, I won’t let it win.