Wednesday, 11 July 2012

Free

It's so weird, seeing the name of my illness on an official paper. I've always known something was wrong with me, people in my life acknowledged it even, supported my every move to fight it and comforted me when I couldn't, and still. It did not feel real somehow, probably because depression is not something that is socially accepted as an illness - not yet anyway.

So having it there, on a paper, official and whatnot, it's suddenly so real and in a way amazingly freeing.

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