No one knows what it is like to be me, to walk where I have walked; to think my thoughts. no one knows how hard it is for me to make a choice and follow though with it. Yes, I am what you call “Flaky” this is because my mind sometimes will not let me follow through with something. Anxiety, fear, self-doubt, paranoia, absolute panic, depression and black and white thinking… ALL start to chatter in my head and will not let me stay stable and stick to something.

You say that I am not “normal”  I say; “there is no such thing as normal”. You say; “Mental health does not exist.” I say; “Lets ignore the person with the heart attack then, let that person die.” Ignoring my mental health is a death sentence for me. You call my behavior an “excuse” , I call it “I am trying”…