“Fu@k Off!”

I still feel my symptoms from time to time: regret, guilt, worthlessness, agitation, slowness in motion, and though infrequent, at times, suicidal thoughts. But I recognize these symptoms for what they are – a mental illness. I don’t shy away from them, or curl in a ball like I used to. Instead, I look my illness in the eye and tell it to fuck off! Then I make may way through the sludge and focus on how I am going to make a difference in this disorder today.