Loving someone who struggles with mental health.
Since becoming a mom, I have actively worked to create space for wellness and truth. My 17-year old son has been raised in a home where we talk about checking in, acknowledging our feelings, being honest about the ugly stuff. And yet, this past year all the pressures of life started to stack up on him and I am becoming more aware each day how much “easier” it was when I could “control the world around him”. The fact is – I never could, as much as I’ve tried, and I have tried.
Loving someone who is struggling with their mental health is like cutting out a part of our own soul, and trying to keep it all together. You feel empty, scared, helpless and with all of it, you would take it on tenfold on the chance it would bring them one day of peace.
If you’re reading this, and you’re afraid to talk to someone, or you don’t know what to say – or you’re questioning whether you matter – You Do. You Are. You Will. Always.
Lean in, be loved. Be here.
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