Mental Health Awareness Month is upon us. But why? Why bother? You probably will not read this anyway. You will just keep doom scrolling.
I have never been much of a cheerleader. I do not get too excited about things. For a while I wondered if that was a shyness thing. Now I think it is something else. Battle-worn people, jaded if you want to call it that, tend to enjoy things with a side-eye of skepticism and find struggle oddly comforting. Hardship fits like a familiar pair of jeans.
So there will be no fanfare here. And no public trauma dump to fish for pity, or some fake, short-lived, emotion-driven interest in mental health. If you want my story, ask. This is just an extension of what I already do as a therapist. I hold up a mirror, so you, dear reader, might catch a glimpse of something that needs adjusting.
Resilience Is Not a Decision, It Is a Practice
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