Nicole Leffel

860 days ago

I don’t want to be defined by my mental illness, but I don’t want it to be a part of myself that I have to hide either. I’m made up of so many other things that making just one of them the focal point would really be a disservice to myself.

“Defining Normal: Finding Myself Through Depression and Hospitalizations” – Coping: This is Who We Are Entry 19

It usually starts in my chest. The weight of the world is pressing down on me as if I were being crushed under a slab of concrete. Giles Corey rolls over in his grave, and I am far from crying out for more weight.