I have a soft spot for others with mental health diseases. I get it. I understand. There is something comforting being able to speak openly with someone who just understands. You don’t have to explain anything or tell them what it feels like, because they know. I am absolutely baffled when people don’t go seek professional help. They know they have a problem. I tell them how to get help. My advice for anyone with any disease is seek help. It is so frustrating. They know they need help, I tell them how to get help then they just don’t. I know it is hard, but you can’t get better if you don’t find out what is wrong and treat it.
I know it is hard. I have panic attacks and have to bring my compassionate care companion aka Wesker with me. I have to carry around a cat to be able to leave my house. I am barely living. I never miss an appointment. I hate them, I don’t want to go. I logically know I have to. The fear of not being me again scares me more than what anxiety throws at me.