Have you ever run on sand — soft, dry sand that falls away beneath your feet? Well, that’s what living with mental illness is like. While everyone else sprints along the concrete beside you, you stumble and twist your ankles and fall gradually behind.
No, let me correct myself: living with mental illness is like running uphill on sand.
No, wait. It’s like running waist-deep in water with muck under your feet. It’s like swimming through molasses.
It’s like drowning. Continue reading