What bugs me as someone who is recovering from mental illness is that I can’t really tell if I’m ok or not. Because I can manage quite well by strictly following a set of self-made rules. It’s like walking your brain on a leash, watching its every step. But at some point you feel confident enough. Surely your brain has finally learnt how to do well under real conditions. But when you actually try, your brain reveals to be a helpless mess… which is such a disappointment.
Come here, poor little brain… We’ll try to take it slow again.