This Crazy Life

I hate that she gets home sick.  I got home sick as a child.  Heck, I still get home sick as an adult.  And it is no fun.   I wish I could rescue her.  I wish I could keep her safe at home.  I wish this disease didn’t have such an awful hold on her.  Last night I made the mistake of talking to my mom about her struggles.  Well then, she just needs to fight to get better.  I about lost it.  Is that what you would tell a cancer patient.  You just need to want to get better more.  Then you’ll be better.  It pisses me off to no end that 2+ years into this disease and that’s still what people think.  People that should definitely know better.  She’s not choosing to be sick.  She’s not choosing this life.  I promise you she would rather be home more than anything in the world.   But like all people that struggle with mental health, it’s all in their head and they just need to will themselves better.  I’m not sure how we change this perception as a society.  Even with mental health education pushes.  People still don’t get it.  People that deal with it daily and see it firsthand.  They still don’t get it.  My daughter is not vain.  She’s not starving herself to be thin.  She doesn’t want to be skinny.  She has a severe mental illness that has a death grip on her.