For those of you who know me personally, I should preface this post by saying none of this is romantic related. My biggest fear with removing this blog from being anonymous to most people I know was that it would cause backlash and speculation. Don't make assumptions and please respect my right to use this as a place I can be honest with myself safely. I keep intimate details relatively loose to prevent identifying people for THEIR privacy.
Have you ever had to talk some one off a ledge? I'm not talking about talking them out of any bad idea, I mean really talking them out of ending it all. From a professional perspective, mental illness is a disease-- something that usually results in impulsive choices, bitter words, or radical decisions. It's about finding a way to manage those things in the least restrictive setting. But when mental illness takes hold of someone close to you, really close to you--it's so much harder to maintain that perspective. It's hard to understand, it's hard to not personalize, it's harder to forgive. It's hard to know you can't fix it, that it probably won't be better (though it might have better moments). There are words, thoughts, memories that are fleeting for them and forever for the lives they're torturing.
Don't want to be a downer, just needed a space to store this. Thanks for reading.