Mental health. Mental illness. It’s rough. It’s something that as soon as you think you’re on top of it rears its ugly head, to strip down everything you’ve worked so hard on.
It’s shit. I’ve suffered with it for a long time. Depression, anxiety, panic attacks, dissociation disorders. Unreasonable fears that never seem to go away.
My poor husband wears the brunt of it. I don’t know how the man stays with me. I love him to pieces, but boy has he gone through hell with me. It’s never intentional, my fears are overwhelming most of the time.
And these problems are normal, well I hope they are.