Help me make it meaningful
Mental illness doesn’t discriminate – it affects 1 in 5 Australians.
I have grown up bullied and hated. Mostly because of my sexuality and anxiety. I was called names and experienced some very tough instances of bullying throughout my schooling, which was very scary for me. Although my life is so much better now, I will never be the same again.
There are times were I absolutely love my life, and there are times where I don't want to be here at all. It's all about weighing up the options, it's a fight. Sometimes I feel strong, but most of the time I feel so weak I don't want to open my eyes in the morning. My anxiety stops me from making new friends, my self doubt from creating new relationships, and my hatred to myself from finding and keeping happiness in my life.
But that's not all me, I keep it together on the daily, I struggle but I try, I talk to people, even when I have doubts that they hate me, and I wake up every morning with the thought that it can always get better. Life isn't all bad, even though sometimes that's all it feels like. I've become a bad motherf**er living with this, but sometimes thats not always a good thing.
Please donate just a dollar or two, every bit counts.
Please don't think the struggle isn't real, just because you don't feel it, or we may not show it.
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