Feeling the need to apologize for being mentally ill is a miserable, miserable thing.
I’m sorry I can’t focus well, I’m sorry I get all scrambled when I talk, I’m sorry I get sad easily or for no reason, I’m sorry I can’t keep my room clean. I’m sorry if I embarrass you by crying in public, or if I annoy you when I talk about things that I’ve told you about twenty times already.
I’d act normal if I knew how, but that’s just not the way my brain works.