I’ve dealt with mental illness nearly my whole life - anxiety and depression to be exact. I’ve come to terms with it over the years, yet I’ve found myself lost within it. With acceptance came erasure of who I was without my mental illness. I cannot perceive myself, physically or personality wise. I don’t even know the type of person I want to be perceived as. If someone were to ask me how I see myself and how I want others to see me, I couldn’t give a genuine answer. I hope as this new chapter of growth comes, I’ll be able to figure out who I am underneath my mental struggles.
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