Listen: I am okay with being sad. It’s my standard emotion that actually helps me find genuine happiness. What I am not okay with is being anxious all the time. I dread it. The feeling that everything in my life feels so wrong. Like nothing ever goes perfect or right. Like I don’t know what it is that I should do to feel at peace with myself again. And I become so overwhelmed by my mistakes and imperfections that I become frozen into the place where my anxiety drags me: hopelessness. And I think that hopelessness is the most self-destructive emotion because it drags me down into a much more oblivious and dreadful place filled with repeating self-loathing thoughts and tears where I can only think of one thing: suicide. And that’s why I think that human love and connection is so important for people like me who suffers from mental illness because love, belongingness, and understanding—these are the things that make us endure when our desire to live has finally come to an end.