My Disorder is not My Destiny
Lately, I have been waking up at 2 and 3 AM. I wake up thinking about life and questioning my decision to be so public about my mental health. Though I have always been transparent, there is something about talking about mental health that still leaves me a little embarrassed. Maybe it is because I wonder what those around me think about me. Maybe it is because I still believe the false narrative that I suffer because I don't have "enough faith." Maybe it is because I question my setbacks and still hold onto the idea of perfection.
But despite how I feel at the moment, I am choosing to believe the true narrative that my disorder is not my destiny. Just like a physical ailment, my struggles with mental health don't define me. I hope that one day, we can live in a world where mental illness is not stigmatized, and that is a world I fight to create.