Life is a lot like swimming in the ocean. Life with mental illness adds extra weight to your limbs. Swimming constantly is tiring. There are days when swimming feels easy, fun even. Feeling the breath in your lungs, the temperature of the water across your body, and the sight of the horizon makes you feel alive. Maybe even hopeful.
But there are days when your lungs burn. The water chills your bones, and the sight of the horizon…
