Life is a battle when you have a mental illness

I'm forever batting with my brain. It convinces me of things that aren't necessarily true. It's a battle to look happy on the outside when I'm crying on the inside. It becomes draining and I'm better off on my own so I'm not a burden to anyone else. When I was 19 , and in agreement with my mum , I moved into my own flat. My mental state had taken its toll on her. It was for the best , not just for me , but for her too. And my sister.