People say everything has a beginning, a middle and an end - usually in that order. I feel like my life had an end, a middle then a beginning - let me explain. My end was my beginning. It turns out ironically that the worst time in my life has led me to my new beginning. There was of course the 'middle' - the part in-between where I had to work pretty hard and make sense of everything that was going on - but I reached my new beginning. At the time when I experienced my 'end' I was absolutely convinced that I would never work again and that I would never be able to have children of my own and look after them. In my eyes had failed - I was mentally unwell therefor how could I possibly have any aspirations for the future at all as people would just see me as a "loony, mad, mental" - all the lovely things you hear people describing people with mental health problems as.
The end was meant to be the end - but my attempt to take my own life failed and boy am I glad because that is when my real journey to self discovery began. So I'm starting at the perceived end and I'm going to take you on a journey to my beginning. To be continued.......
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