The problem with a mental illness is you can be fine for a while. Just completely and totally functional like a normal person. Then for no reason whatsoever you feel that overwhelming feeling of hopelessness, sadness, or worry. And it feels like you’re just back to square one. The sudden feeling that you don’t matter always comes back. The worst part is you can never explain to someone why, it’s just how your mind works.
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“We grow. It hurts at first.”— Sylvia Plath, from The Collected Poems; “Witch Burning,” c. October 1961
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I’m tired of girls trying to invalidate their own feelings during times of pain, especially to their friends. Your break up meant something. That friendship you lost was a hard blow. I understand why you feel tired this semester. Sometimes this “modern woman” stereotype is patriarchy’s last attempt; patriarchy disguised as feminism. You don’t have to be “wise beyond your years”; your pain and crying does not mean you are not intelligent. If you feel your friends demand justification for your pain and ordeals, they’re not friends. You’re strong but human. Remind yourself emotional space is part of liberation.
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