Sometimes we forget that there's more to life than just being okay.
I'm not a kid anymore. I'm a crazy, queer adult that survived.
If you truly cared about mentally ill people, you'd advocate for any paths in recovery that make life more livable for us.
Emotional self-harm? It's a thing.
That's when I knew: I didn't want to live like this anymore.
"Even if I did get a hobby, I wouldn't have had the ability to participate or enjoy it."
And I guess in my mind, I wanted to believe that maybe my kind of crazy was friendlier, gentler.
Give me the '13 Reasons Why' of the 92-95% of people who wake up and have to face a world they weren’t expecting to see again.
Transgender and mentally ill writer, editor, activist, and queer of many feelings.
I even keep a gratitude journal now and I meditate every day – it feels a little gross, to be honest.