This morning – as it has been increasingly so – I am grieving the prejudice that exists towards people with mental illness. And experiencing it firsthand in a way I never have before, I’ve come to know the deep pain that comes with it. Too often now I’m doubting my self-worth. I’m feeling the hopelessness of having an illness that can result in injustices thrust upon sufferers by others. I have experienced the memories: hurt piled upon hurt upon hurt. …until I no longer want to live.
And I pray to God for the strength to continue. I pray for the confidence and strength to keep fighting for justice and compassion for myself and the many others who suffer as I do.
Leave a Reply