I hope that everyone suffering through a mental illness has people they love and trust in their lives. People who fight the battle with them. I certainly do. Here is what I want to say to all those people who have helped me more than anyone should ever have to.
Dear my people,
You are the very special people who have had the misfortune of seeing me at my very worst. You have Held me through panic attacks and seen me sob uncontrollably. You have witnessed the meltdowns and offered your comfort. You have confided in me so that I didn’t feel so alone. You have told me the things I wasn’t ready to hear. You have been an Army of endless ears for me to lean on, and you have never judged. When I wanted to die, you took me to the hospital and held my hand while the doctors saved my life. You are the army of people I trust with my life because you have all saved my life many times over.
You are the people I don’t know how to thank properly because you have given more than I should ever have asked for. Though I sometimes feel like I don’t have much of myself left, I would give each and every one of you the same Love and support you have given me, in the best way that I can.
When I work to get better, I do it for you, my army of friends, so that your hard work isn’t for nothing. So you never have to get that call in the middle of the night again. So you don’t have to worry. So I can be the friend to you that you have been to me.
So thank you, my amazing support system, for letting me into your lives and sticking around when it stopped being fun. Thank you for being the reasons I want to stick around too. I love you all more than I know how to tell you, but this is me trying.