Mental health, in my experience, is the feeling of drowning. Most people you see will throw you a life ring but then dont understand why youre still struggling even after their help. Its because every wave of sadness pushed you further into the deep, and now they can only see your face on the surface level. You can fake a smile and convince them you’re going to be okay but what they dont see from their sideline crowd is that under your mask you’re choking on your own tears.
Life and death. And everything inbetween.
