I just saw a post saying ‘you’re stronger than your [mental] disorder’ and as someone whose suffered from far too many diagnoses, but some sort of mental illness, there’s a part of me that wonders how strong I am because of my disorder.
To regularly deal with the kind of mental/emotional distress which is incomprehensible unless one is in that state, and to spend so much time holding it together, or pretending to.
And people may judge you for those times when that glued up person slips and falls apart, but fuck that.
Because I am so fucking proud of me and everyone else who is keeping up that facade and holding shit together when it’s so fucking hard, and not everyone could do that; I imagine every one of those people looking down on you for your slip ups would crack long before you or I have. But we’re stronger because we’ve dealt with this, and we’re still surviving.
And I’m so fucking proud.