The parts of my life that have shaped me the most-have been shared the least. My past is not hidden exactly, but I don’t want anyone’s opinion of me to change and so I have not advertised my struggles.
The parts that I have hidden are nothing to be ashamed of. I ought to be triumphant that I am alive and doing quite well, if I do say so myself! Why do I hide? What do we fear? It seems to me that mental health issues are either glamorized(at best) or shoved under the bed.
Perhaps through my honesty and story of struggle and hope, I can help one person. That they may see they are not alone in their deep darkness. There is no right or wrong way to recover from mental illness. All we can do is share how we’ve felt, what we have done, and what has worked for us. It is my hope that I can be a glowing light to one person’s darkness.