Photo Source: Unsplash Living day by day with mental illness feels like a trudge through a swamp while people without these issues dwell in a pleasant forest. I sharply raise my leg to take a step, but mud and vines drag my foot down. In the forest, steps are gentle and light. The swamp’s air is heavy, warm, and the overwhelming stench is suffocating. The forest, I’ve heard, smells of morning dew and flowers. As I struggle to move in the swamp, bullfrogs avert their gazes and croak to...