La romantización de la "salud mental" en redes nos está vendiendo la idea de que sanar es tomar café en tazas lindas y escribir en un diario, cuando en realidad "sanar" es un proceso asqueroso, violento, solitario dónde eres tú peleando con tu mente
I’m in love with this sentence:
“The degree to which a person can grow is directly proportional to the amount of truth he can accept about himself without running away.”
one of the hardest parts of living with depression is when it hits again after a period of healing. it feels like a cruel reminder that the relief is only ever temporary