So I finished my essay on mental illness. It was the hardest, and easiest thing to write. At the particularly difficult parts I had to stop and have a little cry.
It was the easiest thing to write because I don’t usually write about myself. I got to ramble on about things I know about; things I know without a doubt.
My boyfriend read it and insisted that I submit the essay. On hearing his advice I searched for a creative non-fiction contest, and I found one. With this in mind I can’t share the essay on my website – yet. When I win the contest (not too likely) or when I lose (much more likely), I will share the piece as soon as possible.
Update on Mental Health Essay