I’ve struggled with my mental health for far longer than I haven’t. And yet, these days, I’m grateful to say I’m doing better than I have in a long time. The days aren’t perfect. They don’t need to be. It’s about progress, not perfection.
Even now, as I write this, I’m in the grip of an anxiety attack that completely derailed my afternoon. I know what it’s like to feel paralyzed, when the simplest things like showering, cleaning, succeeding at work, or enjoying your hobbies feel impossible. When the idea of getting healthy sleep feels like a cruel joke.
I know the fear of not being able to catch your breath. Of your skin crawling. Your heart racing. The invisible weight pressing down on your chest. Sometimes, it’s so overwhelming, it freezes you in place.
But if you’re feeling that way right now, please hear me: It’s temporary. You’re going to be okay. It will get better. Even when you feel like nothing, you still hold so much value in this world.
I also want to acknowledge my privilege. I have a care team, my primary doctor, my therapist, my psychiatrist. I know how hard it is to find the right support system, the right treatment plan, the right medications. It takes time, energy, and persistence. If you’re still searching, don’t give up.
You are not alone. It’s okay to not be okay.
We are all climbing this mountain together. One shaky step at a time. And someday, we’ll look back at the climb and we’ll take in the view from the top. Together.
