To those of you that fear recovery because you’ve become so comfortable with your suffering:
You don’t notice it leave. It goes away slowly and you don’t even notice it’s gone until youre happy and content.
You won’t miss it. It won’t hurt. You won’t be empty. I promise it will be so much better than your head tells you.
To those who worry you won’t be “you” anymore: You’ll be different, yes, but it’s a process of growing into the best version of yourself. You’ll stumble sometimes simply because some habit you developed to cope is now out of place, but you’ll be so much more able to pick yourself up again. And you will be who you were meant to be, without the distortion caused by illness. Be prepared for some grief for your old life, but don’t let that make you afraid to embrace the new one.
That voice that’s telling you to not get help, not take meds, to keep to yourself or it might change you? That’s a symptom. The depression doesn’t want you to get rid of it, and it’s lying to you to stop you from doing it.
Don’t listen.
