I took a break "from life" this summer to focus on improving my mental health. I slowly saw improvements and resumed "life" when the summer ended. While I'm not as depressed as I was before, I still only feel like I am surviving. Instead of being depressed about my situation, I'm depressed about my weakness. I seem unable to step up from surviving to living. There is a brokenness in me that I keep trying to bandage and move on from because there is no fix. There is no cure for depression. There is no cure for anxiety. And I have to be able to live with what I've been given. I have to.
I'm trying to switch my mindset to "I want to." I am struggling to accept my limitations. I have goals and dreams that are challenging to achieve, but should still be achievable if I just put in the work. I am putting in the work, but my mental illnesses keep getting in my way. They slow me down. Time is precious and I don't want to waste it taking baby steps as an adult.
I believe that all of us are capable of doing hard things. We don't need a history of trauma to prove it.
I'm not afraid of doing hard things. I'm afraid of the cost to my mind and my soul. I don't have much left to give.