I’m often asked what I did before I took on this project. Usually I mumble up some half truth and quickly change the subject. To be honest, I was ill. I was busy fighting for my life. Fighting with myself for a reason to live.
That’s the truth. I would have no trouble admitting it if I had a broken leg, but mental illness stigma makes it feel so wrong and awkward to share what I just did, like it should be kept hidden away like a dirty little secret.