It’s challenging trying to live your life while having a psychosocial disability. When you think you see a light at the end of the tunnel and see a clear path to get your life back, calamity strikes.
That calamity can be hard to explain to others because it’s not the type of major issue people recognize and can go, “Ah-ha! I get it.”
For me, it’s not being able to leave my room for several days, not able to leave my apartment, comb my hair, or communicate with anyone. It’s just me; messy and curled up in my bed with racing thoughts, paranoia, and depression crashing into each other: the perfect storm of misery.
All my plans? Out the window. God is laughing at those plans.
She’s going, “Did you really think that was going to happen? Foolish little human.”
So, just like that! Poof! I’m humbled before you, having to take back everything I said days before. Now, where do I go from here?