My Condition

The day was perfection at its finest. The air gave off a slight chill while the sun beamed on my skin, giving me the balanced needed to accept my condition.

I walked along with a beautiful sight. I found gratitude and happiness a few feet away. They were surprised to see me there. Filled with excitement, they ran towards me. Eager to embrace their presence, I welcomed them with open arms.

I could feel something growing inside my spirit, bringing me overwhelming satisfaction. Joy emerged, and a smile appeared.

We were grateful, happy, and joy walking along with my beautiful sights. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, experiencing, or feeling.

My walk was vigorous, and my head held high; my condition was nonexistent inside. Peace rested on my shoulders as reassurance.

Birds glided over me. One bird, two birds, turned into hundreds. The warmth disappeared. My walk began to drag, and my feet felt heavy. Each step took more and more strength. I stood still, looking around, trying to figure out where happiness was?

Gloom filled the air; cold brushed over my warmth.

I looked back and noticed a storm emerge. Fear took over, consuming my soul where joy was leaving.

My feet began to stumble with every effort of movement. I pushed forward in hopes of outrunning the storm that picked up on my fear.

I grew tired, which led to my fall. I felt the earth cave when I hit the ground—That's when darkness took over. I was scared and felt utterly alone until I heard my demons crying and screaming, looking for life and relevancy.

I had to keep moving.

Along my dark journey, options appeared. The things that satisfy you now but you feel even worse afterward. Drugs, sex, and alcohol are all temporary forms of happiness. I have used those Band-Aids before; Band-Aids are used to cover wounds that are so deep they never stay long.

In my darkest hour, a light appeared. That light grew bigger and bigger with each drag I took forward. The light soon took over the ground as sunlight took over the night. My crawl grew back into a walk, and then my walk slowly got more manageable with every step.

Happiness and gratitude came back, and Joy soon filled my soul; peace rested on my shoulders. Warmth wrapped my body as a familiar home.

I just shared with you a front-row seat on my mental fight, daily fight, hourly fight, and minute fight Anxiety and depression are my mental illness., daily fight, hourly fight, and subtle fight.

Mental illness is actual and factual.

Mental illness is as accurate as I am writing this. I suffer from mental illness. Through the glory and grace of God, I am here to share my condition with you.