My depression caused the lens through which I saw everything to crack and break . This broken lens fractured how I felt about the world and how I felt about myself. I thought I was broken and defective. But, just because you are looking through a broken lens does not mean that you are broken.
All we knew was that my Uncle Jaay was gone. It took me a while to come to terms with his suicide. Eventually, I realized I wanted to honor his death and do something to help others.
There is no perfect formula for coming out about mental illness. For most off us, it is a process, not an event. For me, it has been an incredibly empowering and humbling journey. Here is my story.
I had a general idea of what it meant, but it wasn’t until I had firsthand experience with mental illness that I fully grasped the meaning of stigma.
It is difficult to even put into words the affect that a supportive, compassionate community can have on esteem, identity, and recovery. These tips may help you find yours.
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