i am a person with A LOT wrong with me! i'm very open about this fact. i have a laundry list of shit wrong in my head, and i take some kind of pride in the fact that i'm alive. i don't want to go into massive details about my trauma (that's for other pages), but i will say this: i did not expect to live past sixteen.
originally i was going to die at fourteen, and then fifteen, and then sixteen, and it just never happened. i did not expect to live to write this, even! what kept me alive was my anxiety, funnily enough. i hated the idea of dying painfully, or of not dying at all, or of being found before i could die, and so i never tried. i know the painless methods and how difficult they are to achieve. there is no peaceful pill.
life is not easy for most people. i believe that 90% of humanity - maybe even closer to 100% - would benefit from therapy, that everyone has something troubling them, and that everyone deserves help. some of my opinions border on radical acceptance - paraphiles, abusers, and everyone who is left out of the talk of recovery deserves to be helped. it sounds ridiculous, right? but i believe abusive people can become good people too - no one is obligated to forgive them for what they did, but they deserve help too. i can't fix anyone, but they should have a chance to fix themselves.
i've been the victim and i've been the perpetrator. i have had unhealthy friendships and relationships, and i am still unhealthy. i still lash out or spiral or have paranoid episodes. i think the point i'm trying to make is that... it's okay. it's okay to not be okay! you can't be your best every single day of your life. what matters is that you take responsibility and improve your behavior!
i don't know man, i have some of those really weird stigmatized mental health conditions. it's kinda hard to be positive when there's a subreddit dedicated to dehumanizing people like you. but i stay silly :3