A metaphor for mental illness might be fire.
When I became ill, it was as though a fire raged through my life.
I fought the fire, doused the flames, called the Fire brigade, and finally managed to put it out.
But the difficulty is,..I now see the damage caused by the fire.
I look around at the blackened beams, the charred walls, and I recognise that mental illness can damage one’s life.
I know I should be grateful, as it is good that I defeated this illness. But it is hard to be grateful as I survey the damage caused.
I have to rebuild.