I can tell myself a thousand times that it isn't me. But it is me: I have agoraphobia.
There has never been a moment when I’ve forgotten that I am both. I’m not allowed to forget.
The simple truth is that I do not know who I am without mental illness because I've never lived a life without it.
I'm going to do nothing, Facebook. Because if I wish one friend a happy birthday, I have to wish all of them a happy birthday.
When I stop eating, I never seem to run out of excuses.
It’s impossible to talk about my trans identity without talking about my struggles with mental illness.
15: I will spend as much time on social media as I f#cking want.
I want to acknowledge and validate that this shit is hard for us. Self-care goes against everything we know.
Celebrating the fact that you exist can seem so asinine when you wish that you didn't.
Working through bipolar disorder was not what I expected - but I'm grateful for what I learned.