I've learnt to struggle with my shortcomings and my brain struggles in silence.
My father was too uninformed to know what was going on in my head. My mother is herself suffering from several mental disorders, my sister was in denial until her kids got diagnosed, and "almost" all my partners have been self involved, emotionally crippled, medically illiterate douchebags.
But that last one is on me. Free will and all.
Therefore, I've learnt to deal with this shit myself.
But ever since my acceptance, diagnosis process and a few long conversations with my therapist, I have decided to share and be very vocal about what's happening in my brain.
It's not an accomplishment. It's a conclusion and a decision. It's raising awareness. It's sharing in hopes of maybe helping someone on the same boat.
Here is a short read for you who feel alone in an ocean of shit people. 🖤