You try different medications. Some help, some don't. Some make you feel more or less like 💀 yourself. You get a therapist and talk through your issues, trying to find a way to navigate a world that hates you. A world that you've always been unprepared for, in some way or another. Sometimes, you find a medication that really works well. And therapy can make the War bearable... Survivable, even. And then, sometimes, the medication stops working. But the War keeps going. (2/7)

My mom was 47. 40 of those years were fighting that war. In my family stuff was swept under the rug. She didn’t get help until her late 20’s. Her bag looked like a pharmacy, therapy weekly, physiatrist every other week, group therapy 4 days a week, bible study twice a week, church every Sunday. Multiple attempts and self harm. 7.5 years without her because the war finally ended.

1000% correct. I’ve watched 3 family members suffer and 2 lost, my brother then my son. My 77 yr old mother and I are still fighting the war. It’s been rough.