It's been roughly twenty five years since I was diagnosed with a mental illness. For thirteen of those years drug and alcohol addiction added a little destructive spice to the endless battles raging in my mind. I'm twelve years sober, and a dozen years clean, but every day my mind and I still find time to quarrel.
Still, I'm alive. I'm thankful for that.
Do me a favour, let's kick this 100 Days Project off in style. If you know someone who suffers from a mental illness – or even someone looking a little glum today – give them a hug. Tell them you're thankful they are here. Sometimes that's all we need.