The pressure I’ve been feeling at this intersection is overwhelming, and it seems to increase every day.
![[The illustration features a door. On one side, a group of queer people are whispering amongst themselves; on the other side of the door, a masculine queer person stands with their arms folded, visibly distressed, excluded from the conversation happening on the other side.]](https://adaywithdepression.files.wordpress.com/2015/02/behinddoors.png)
Illustration by Jessica Krcmarik
[The illustration features a door. On one side, a group of queer people are whispering amongst themselves; on the other side of the door, a masculine queer person stands with their arms folded, visibly distressed, excluded from the conversation happening on the other side.]
Many of us in the LGBTQIA+ community know all too well what it’s like to be queer with a mental illness.
I know this because when I tell you that I have a mental illness, more than half of you say, “Me too.” We have these conversations on the regular – whispers at Pride, a confession in our support groups, anonymously in our forums, or if we’re feeling brave, it’s an off-hand comment when a friend is struggling.
But too often, these conversations are happening behind closed doors, and the folks who need us most are often left on the other side.
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