Often it feels as though we are alone in our mind, facing off against our disorders. We feel isolated. Maybe we feel doomed to follow the missteps of our parents, or that we’re missing out on life, or held back in a race everyone else is close to winning, I have moments like these every day.
I’m learning to treat these thoughts as symptoms. Our imposter syndromes keep us believing we aren’t capable, our insecurities lie to us, and our traumas want us to keep bending to their will.
There are things we can’t do. There are things we can’t do yet. These are facts that are acceptable and manageable. Can we look outside these two facts to the wide world around us?
Everywhere, there are wonderful and enriching experiences. There’s beauty. There’s people exactly like us. Activities were capable of, enjoyment, communication, we can achieve these. We must tend to our illnesses, but we aren’t doomed.
We can lead good lives.