These are Real Stories

My feet curl underneath me and I pull the blanket further up to my chin. The windows are open and the warm wind blows through the house, it’s refreshing and I can picture myself outside cleaning out the gardens, raking the lawn, setting up the deck furniture.

But that won’t be happening anytime today.

My anxiety is crippling and the only place I can move is from the couch to the kitchen and back.

The arms of an invisible capture wrap around my neck and choke me when I try to deep breath, I feel butterflies of anxiety tearing through me, and my skin feels uncomfortable.

The thought of driving, conversing with anyone in person, or going out in public seems impossible.

So I sit.

Wrapped in my blanket, book in hand, reading stories from people who understand what I’m going through and why I am the way I am.

These are real stories.

And if sharing them helps just one person better understand what a day in the life of someone with a mental illness is like than we’ve succeeded.

SMITH book front and back

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