Being the super cool 24 year old (and musical theatre nerd) that I am, I spent my Friday night curled up with my cat watching The Greatest Showman. *Side note: I know that this movie has received a lot of criticism, but the music and choreography is amazing* Any-hoo, after my millionth time listening to This Is Me, it connected to my experience with mental illness.
For those of you not familiar with the movie or the song, it is performed by performers or "freaks" in P.T. Barnum's circus and tells people that they are valid just as they are, and will not make apologies for being themselves.
I have spent more time than I care to admit apologizing for having an anxiety attack, or for feeling bad about my depression being a buzzkill. I did not plan on suddenly being overwhelmed by the amount of people around me at the club and running to the bathroom last month, so why am I apologizing for it when it wasn't in my control? Mental illness is part of who I am. Somedays it's better than others, but it will always be part of my story.
I'm done apologizing for it being an inconvenience (believe me, it's more of an inconvenience on my end). This is me.