I’m tired of mental illness being personified as some dark demon or a bully character. Visualize mental illness as a DMV line where you have to fill out 14 forms and perform 5 rituals before they let you do your homework in a quiet dark room for 5 minutes.
Neurotypical person: Why didn’t you fill the form at home instead of waiting until the last second?
Me, holding a stack of papers, only one of them I need: I don’t own a pen.
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