You can’t find severe mental illness without mental health programs without therapy and medication and outreach. We rely others to keep us going to save us from ourselves
I’m lucky I have support and insurance and a voice and money and medication and treatment that is provided to me. What about those who don’t have those things ? We fail them and ourselves.
This is what I know. I am at risk of suicide. It’s what’s written deep in my drs notes. It’s the unsaid things.
It’s hard to live with a brain that wants to kill you. It’s not my fault. Invisible things can be real. I fight against an invisible monster that lives inside me. I have support and medication and treatments and a community and privileges that so many others don’t have. I am lucky.
Thought if I do die I’ll get some rest, that’s fucked up I know
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