Right now I do not know what tomorrow holds but I’ve made it till now. I’ve plastered up the cracks and glued together the broken bits. That is a victory. Till the next day.
I’m saying all of this to say, two years ago I didn’t think I would still be here, but I am. I didn’t think I would have gotten out of that deep, dark hole, but I did. And I never believed that I could find the courage to face my uncertain future. But I have.
Every year 1 in 4 people are affected by mental health illnesses, but are afraid to talk about them for fear of repercussions. Mind and Rethink Mental Illness want to change this by encouraging people to spend at least five minutes a day having conversations about mental health. In their Time to Talk Campaign, the
Coming Soon *** I wrote this post and published it with no content but then I thought I should explain one thing. Some of you may be wondering what publishing my first novel has to do with fibromyalgia and depression and the whole she bang. Well, everything. 2097
It’s been some of those weeks when, while encouraging people to hope, I’ve been simultaneously trying to convince myself. You know what I’m saying? When my Mama Claire gives the ‘we cannot give up’ talk, without fail she will say ‘we live in hope.’ And we do. At least, I try my best.