Disabled&Depressed

“The more I read, the more every aspect of my personhood is reduced to deep diagnostic flaws. I hadn’t understood how far the disease had spread. How complete its takeover of my identity was. The things I want. The things I love. The way I speak. My passions, my fears, my zits, my eating habits, the amount of whiskey I drink, the way I listen, and the things I see. Everything—everything, all of it—is infected. My trauma is literally pumping through my blood, driving every decision in my brain.

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I am the common denominator in the tragedies of my life.”

—Stephanie Woo, What My Bones Know

#depression #anxiety #attachment #mentalillnessawareness #cptsd #ptsd