Whenever I feel slightly sad, I imagine Keith and Lance slowly falling asleep in each others arms with happy smiles on their faces; their breaths calm and steady as Lance softly whispers: “See ya in our dreamworld, Mr. Mullet”
This is what no one tells you about comorbidity. Those who experience it know that the illnesses in your mind talk to one another; they do not exist in silos. I’ve learned that I cannot attack them separately. I must come at all of them at once. I must find what they whisper to one another when I’m not paying attention. It’s been helpful to write because I’ve found out how they are intertwined. And it’s been helpful to talk, to let someone else remind me that these things are not me speaking, but the others at the table.
That may be the most important thing I’ve learned: These illnesses are not who I am. These illnesses are part of me, but they are not who I am. And the same is true for you: You are not your illness.