Mentally Disabled

Prologue

Living in a world with high standards and judgements ruling your life.

The pain, tears, agony, heart ache, scars, belts, death, foggy mind, blood, sleepless nights, fear, relationships.

Having to constantly worry about what people say or think of you. The way they treat you like they really aren't not human themselves.

Crying into a small pillow every night after erasing the fake smile off you face revealing the façade everyone sees but no one really knows the truth behind it all.

This is the beginning of the end.

Mental illness was never really recognised and given accountability the way it should have when I was growing up. It was taken as a way of saying i'm too tired to work or i''m too lazy to do this and that. Taken through one ear and passed right through the other; brushed off like it doesn't matter. That's how life was.

Life has changed. For the better ? For the worst?