Call Me Crazy
I’ve recently entered the big wide world of mental health bloggers. I’ve struggled with my mental health since I was 16 (from what I remember — my psychiatrist says it seems I was showing symptoms even before then), but didn’t get into blogging until earlier this year and didn’t become a mental health advocate until a few months ago.
And I’m so, so happy I did. The people I’ve ‘met’ are incredible survivors of diseases that are plaguing not only my nation but the whole world. Disorders that far too many people misunderstand. I’m honored to be among so many beautiful souls in helping to raise awareness and open people’s’ eyes in our plight to eradicate stigma, help others suffering, and so much more.
That being said, I’ve noticed a common feeling among most of those living with mental illness (or mental difference, as some prefer to call it, and I’m…
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