I’ll never forget the day where my face hit the cold floor of a McDonald’s after a concert, a symptom of panic disorder that had yet to be diagnosed. I’ll never forget the time I fainted again from panic at 8am in the train station while people stepped over my body on their morning commute. I’ll never forget the day I stopped taking lexapro for my anxiety. I’ll never forget the day I got back on it because I was suffering more than I ever had. I’ll never forget the stranger I held close in the train car because she too was having a panic attack and I had remembered people stepping over my body and didn’t want her to meet the same fate. I’ll never forget therapy, couples therapy, therapy again...over and over, for hours and hours. I never want to forget any of these moments because they have given me the gift of knowing what it’s like to struggle with mental health. What it’s like to feel hopeless, helpless and weak... but also knowing how the other side of struggle feels. Knowing that there’s an end, a light, a peak that is possible, and to tell you that you have company in this. On this world mental health day I tell my story that you might not feel alone, or broken, or like your end is near...that you my dear are mid-story and so am I. ❤️ #mentalhealth #worldmentalhealthday #meds #anxiety #panicattack