I've been thinking a lot about the future, and I've realized I am only 21 and am already exhausted by life. Everyday I wake up I wonder what issues I will have that day. My diagnosis is constantly changing, and every time I seem to finally find some peace with my mental illness something new happens challenging my perseverance. It's hard to think about the future, a better time perhaps, when you know that mental illness is a constant in your life.