I have tried many things to protect me from my mental illness. I have tried the whole lot, which is bound to happen when you’ve been living with something for over a decade. It’s difficult for me to remain patient and kind when worried friends or acquaintances recommend something I’ve tried perhaps five years ago. But I do. Because I know it comes from a place of love and not a place of malice or disappointment.
There has been but one thing in this world that has saved me from myself and it has been writing. And the idea that someone could have possibly connected with my words, someone I don’t know nor have I ever spoken to, across the world or maybe around the corner, means more to me than I can express into words.
Thank you for your reviews. They mean the absolute world to me. Thank you for reading.