Maybe, in my own small way I'm leading a rebellion. From my living room. Rebelling against the beliefs that kept me sick, trapped, and suffering my whole life. Rebelling against my illness telling me differently. A middle finger in the air to the toxic "rest is for the weak" messages. Maybe there's a good reason it's uncomfortable.
via Daily Prompt: Luminescent "Even the darkest star burns bright enough for us to see" For so long you have defined yourself by your struggles. You've found a comfortable and familiar identity within your mental illness, you have let your identity be swallowed up. The thought of leaving all of this behind is scary because [...]