Upon my second and last visit to the hospital, I realized something essential that transformed my outlook on life forever: being depressed is a hell of a lot easier than being happy. I had just realized that the support of my loved ones had run out, and I was officially on my own.
It was time to turn my life around, and I would only have one chance at it. It was now or never. It was life and death.
This is a new self-care series where I will be exploring how to be a better person in my struggle with mental illness. My first lesson: developing self-control.