Mental illness is not a life choice, it is not something that you would happily accept, or want in your life.
It can be cruel, it can be unforgiving, and most certainly painful.
There are times, and days when you can smile – but always with a sense of beware – being on your guard.
It is not something that can be cured by medication – it can be masked, contained in some way, but not, or never, cured.
It can ask a lot of questions, some of the answers that are given are not your own, but from the voices in your head.
I just wish I could be happy and free from feeling like this.