You may always be a part of my life. I will give you that. But you will never define me. You do not make me who I am. I will have good days and I will have bad days but that is okay, because no matter what I will wake up every day and value the beauty of life that you shielded from my view for so long.
I'm at the top of my game, orchestrating a flowing and rich class discussion. Suddenly, I feel a wave of weakness spreading from my head into my chest and thighs. I tell the students to keep talking, while I find a seat. They are looking at me confused. I try to revive the discussion, but I'm even struggling to speak myself.
Imagine if mental health care were to make the same transition, from something you did when you were "sick" to something you did when you were healthy, to stay healthy. Imagine a whole health culture where talking about mental health wasn't always actually a discussion of the crisis of mental illness.