Somehow I made it out of mental illness.
I managed to remove from my life stays in a hospital, interviews with Psychiatrists, medication. I no longer need these things.
However, life after mental illness is a challenge.
I have to deal with isolation, my own limitations, and the prejudice never went away.
I admit this calls for more courage than I have.
I only keep going because I am afraid the illness will return.
The illness did not die. It is only dormant.
If I lower my guard it may return, complete with all the paraphernalia.
I don’t want to encounter Psychiatrists again, or medication.
I really want to remain free.
So I keep moving forward.