Broken

When I had cancer, no one told me to just think positively and I would get over it. No one told me to use diet and exercise, to get more sleep, to focus on the good things in my life, to stop dwelling on the sad things, to change who I choose to spend time with, to meditate, and I would be healed. I was sick. I got treatment. People accepted it as what was going on in my life. 

I don't have a thyroid. I take a tiny pill every day. If I stop taking that tiny pill, I will die. No one tells me that I am weak because I need to take that tiny pill. No one rolls their eyes or judges my inability to live without taking that tiny pill. No one makes me feel unworthy for relying on that tiny pill to stay alive. My body was broken. That tiny pill fixes the brokenness and allows me to live a healthy life. 

If you are depressed or anxious, if your brain is broken, you deserve that same respect. You deserve to feel like seeking treatment, asking for help, taking that tiny pill (or talking to a therapist, or meditating, or whatever it is that makes you feel better) is a viable, valuable option. You are worthy. You are important. You deserve to feel better. 

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 1-800-273-8255
Kids Help Phone: 1-800-668-6868
Pacific Post Partum Support Society: 1-855-255-7999