Life passes by before I realise that my mental health is suffering. I’m working, surviving, doing what needs to be done. But I can’t afford to stop. Therapy, rest, even just time to reflect, all feel out of reach.
People talk about free resources, but
they rarely mention the long waits, the energy it takes to access them, or the fact that help is rarely designed for those already stretched thin.
There’s also a quiet shame in struggling. You’re simply expected to keep going. And so you do - until you can’t.
Mental health shouldn’t be a luxury. It’s not about self care. It’s about systems that make space for people to actually breathe.