mentally ill

She says she’s worried that the cat, whose name is Jack, doesn’t know what’s going on. She tried to explain to him that she was leaving for a while.

It was my pattern: if therapy got too intense, if I started feeling better, or if I was referred to a psychiatrist, I’d just stop going. I couldn’t wrap my head around the idea that I had a mental disorder.

I am a lot of things; some people might think I am too many things. But I am all the things that you are, sometimes just in greater quantities. I am also worth loving.