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This Is How I Realized I Was Stronger Than My Mental Illness

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I found myself at the bottom of the lowest, most treacherous valley on the day I realized what I had endured.

 

I endured an illness of suffering for many long months. The dark would fall and cast shadow living in my mind. Nothing made sense, no reality was defined.

 

Panic would rush to the surface of my skin, my veins boiling within anxiety and my lungs unable to breathe. The attack on my body never eased and eventually it was all that I could see. The darkness grew thicker and thicker during the day, I found myself sinking more than I ever thought I could. I could hear the screaming, the pain, the agony of my soul consuming every inch of my being.

 

The demons no longer plagued me in the night, but they found me in the morning as soon as I opened my eyes.

Fear strangled me until I found my throat clenched tight, suffocating under the weight of sorrow. What have I become? For days I would tare at my reflection in the misty mirror, who is this human made of flesh and bone? To what demise have I begun to fall?

 


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