This post isn’t really about me. I mean in a way it is It is about every single one of us. Every single person who battles a mental illness. Every single day we get up and fight a battle with mental health. We are stronger than we imagine. Every single day, we make progress.
I admit I have been guilty of feeling like a failure if I haven’t made big enough progress. Like when I’m not less anxious than the day before. Maybe yesterday I had a panic attack and today I didn’t. Although that doesn’t feel like a lot of progress to me…it is still progress. It is a step forward to controlling my anxiety disorder.
I feel like we need that reminder. We live in a world where having any sort of mental illness is extremely frowned upon. A world where seeking help means you’re crazy and you need to be locked away. I know I feel ashamed telling anyone that I suffer from anxiety disorder because they think I am either being shy or naive. In this stigma filled world, I feel that we need to remind each other that progress is still progress, no matter how small. I feel that we all need to encourage one another.
So, if you are reading this. You are enough. Your progress is beautiful. Your progress is still progress. Keep your head up. You are not alone