On acceptance, anxiety and guilt
Life with mental illness isn’t always fun. Not just because I have a real illness, and that real illness really does affect my life but because some folks have trouble accepting this. I’m not entirely sure why except they don’t like the thought that someone with mental illness can “zomg, look just like them,” and still be quite unwell.
That’s the thing about invisible illness: Once revealed, people around you may feel conned, manipulated, lied to. Even though you’ve done nothing wrong.
Yeah, I’m guilty of being unwell in the general vicinity, of having mental health issues and having a life anyway. Sorry about that. Next time I’ll wear my “mentally interesting” t-shirt so you can detect the crazy, before it gets in your Coke.
*passes the tin-foil hat*