It isn’t about going to a Yoga class and holding Downward Dog until your arms fall off. It isn’t about reading self-help books until your eyes bleed. It isn’t about playing guinea pig to a system that is structured to profit off of your struggles. It’s about balance. It’s about unlearning everything you thought you knew about life and even about yourself and being willing to start over.
Believe me, I never thought I could be any happier than the broken-down girl that was standing on that ledge. That’s why I was there. Even the professionals told me I would always have a Serious Mental Illness (SMI) and that it was impossible to overcome. They told me that genuine happiness wasn’t possible for “someone like me.”