There is no light at the end of the tunnel. You are the light. And nothing in your dreams will get easier. But if you keep going, you will get stronger than ANYTHING putting you down.
Some days, you win. Other days, you learn. There is no loss. Your mental illness does not define the core of who you are, and it most certainly does not change what you're meant to do - and we're all here for something.
We can't see someone's mental suffering like we would a scrape on their knee. But just because it's not visible to us, does not mean we can assume that it's not real. After all, the last thing we would want from another human being, in the midst of our own suffering, is their ignorance or dismissal of our problem.
Our suffering begins in the mind. It begins with every thought that runs a thread down into the rabbit hole, until we're scouring the bottom of our deepest fears. Alone. But just as we've created that suffering, so too, can we create our salvation. I promise you that the trip back up from that bottom is the hardest one yet. But we have the means. We just need the reason.
I don't believe that time heals all wounds. I think that's bullshit. I think that's what we've been led to believe so that we'll stop talking about our grief with people who pretend their wounds are just little scars.
What we need is to love one another, even when love is not what we want, even when we don't know how to accept it when it's offered. We need to put aside our desire to understand someone's pain, and just sit by them as they feel it.