Loving someone who has a mental illness has its ups and downs. Loving yourself through your mental illness has its ups and downs. You are worthy. I promise you.
We’ve descended mountains,
You and I, and
Entered the valley.
Not verdant. Not alive.
Sugar sand stretches, bitter,
Corpse of the past,
Littered with a hundred voices,
Whispers of regret, fear, condemnation.
Scales glisten under heat.
Pain pulses, throats close, eyes throb.
Valley of Death.
Unwritten, the rule states
We cannot go back—only forward.
Through your wasteland, I will stay with you.
Stay with me through mine.
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