You asked, what is the scariest part?

The scariest part is when the path seems too arduous to walk through,
And I feel I’ve reached a dead end,
With nowhere to go, standing motionless on the pavements,
Everything seems downhill, and I begin to descend.

The scariest part is when my wings are cut, Watching my spirit fly away, With no needle or thread to be found near by, I know this a lonely journey of my own.

The scariest part is when I look in the mirror and it’s not me I see, A body filled with tears drowning to the deep, A mind I can no longer control is consuming all of me, And with this blurred vision that is all that I can see.

And even if I fall harshly now,
And hurt myself or get lost again,
I don’t want to hesitate to reach out for help,
Because it’s the best way to cure all our pains.

And to the voice in my head wanting me to give up, drop the fake smile and let the tears flood me out as she whispers “you can’t do it anymore”, I know that the path seems to arduous and that the me still inside will reach out, REACH OUT.

You asked, what is the scariest part? The scariest part is recovery. But it is a fear I am going to confront, because I am going to recover. And I will beat the “her” in my head.

Mental illness isn’t a choice. But recovery is.