daysoni said:

Do you ever feel that you can make such great changes or take such big steps in certain struggles in your life? Your happy that you did it. And then you get blown out of the water. Your work isn't good enough for those whose opinion could help you. And then you get more bad news. And the doctors and counselors find out that there is more wrong with you. They put more labels on you. Is there going to be a change for the better while I'm here on earth. Or should I just sit back and except it all. I'm tired of diagnoses. I want no more. I just want to be known for me. Not the sick girl.
I know exactly where you're coming from. But hey, who cares what the therapists say right?
I learnt several years ago that in the end, the only people you can really trust are yourself and God.
People make mistakes, people get sick, but God doesn't love us any less and neither should we love ourselves any less.
I know how you feel because I foguth mental illness myself for 3 years. It was a long and hard battle, and so many times I gave up. I couldn't take it, and I broke down and I cried. And even when my dad wasn't around, when my brother wasn't around, God was there. He never left me.
Sometimes we all needa shoulder to cry on, just let it all out to just... feel better again. And no one has a bigger or softer shoulder than God. And he'll lend it to you whenever you need it.
God's not just there saying "Yeah cool, you're worshipping, I'm good", Gods their saying "You're my child, and I love you. And whatever happens to you now, will someday all be gone. You'll be sitting next to me in Heaven and all the pain and sadness will be gone. All the misery and injustice, that'll all be gone too. And life will be perfect for you".
And in my own strange way, I feel sorry for people who haven't battled mental illness.
Imagine how hard our life has been, living with mental illness. When that gets better what will life be like then? It will be like breathing again for the first time. Like eating again for the first time. Like living, for the first time. And when we get to Heaven? Compare a life in Heaven with what we have now.
How sweet is life gonna be in God's presence huh?
I guess, in a roundabout way, my point is, there's two sides to every story. And I know the hurt and the pain is one side. I know the labels and the names and the medication and therapy, that's the same side.
But every now and then we have to flip the coin over. To take a look at the other side.
And on the other side of the coin of life, is God, smiling right back at us

Now
that is worth getting out of bed for
