I treasure my own company, in fact, I love it. But is it really me that wants to remain a recluse, or is it PTSD and Depression?
It feels like kindness is dying. What’s behind this national dread we are experiencing? May kindness is only taking a back seat.
When we fall, we get up again. why should stumbling due to a mental health be any different? Tomorrow, wake up and start anew.
What does it take to find meaning when suffering from a mental illness? Well, in a word, action but there’s more to finding meaning than that – find out what.