Some Days are Harder Than Others
Sometimes the ugly sides of mental illness come out when you’re least expecting it. Sometimes one small thing can set you off and it’s like you’re on a rollercoaster going down from such a high slope with no end in sight. Sometimes the thought that you’d be better off not existing creeps from the box you stuffed it in and you can’t seem to shove it back down. Life is about compartmentalizing. Learning where to file each emotion, thought, and event into tidy boxes. I picture my brain like the scene from Spongebob where he has an office and tons of file cabinets and he forgets his own name and the little Spongebob’s are running around and eventually start a fire because they can’t find where they filed it. Yes, I am linking it so you get the full picture. That’s what my brain feels like right now. Like I can’t find where I filed my instructions on how to be happy and how to live a normal life. Lucky for me, I have friends and family that care about me. I have a roommate who surp
