My family tries, but it doesn’t always happen. I try to not let it hurt me, but sometimes I end up crying about it especially when I feel left out and lonely and misunderstood. I am trying to mend a bridge now. I am trying to think like they do and how they must feel although that isn’t easy. Currently I am in a fairly decent place so my mind and brain aren’t sabotaging me.
I don’t feel it is my fault, but my brain doesn’t always join in on the plans in play.
Tessa – advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also devout Christian