How nice it is to occasionally participate in activities that allow you to feel quasi-normal?
It is nice. It is a blessing. And, that’s where the blessing side of things, begin and end.
The curse in me being a high functioning person with chronic mental illness is that I feel like I am required to “get with the program,” just to be a part of this messed up society.
There is no other way to say it then to say, in fact, that society is messed up.
In the beginning, my mental health issues were taken quite a bit more seriously by the people who were aware of them.
Now that I am out of the hospital, my mental health issues are all but dismissed by a lot of people (it seems), and at this moment, I am having a rough time.
Oh, I will get through it (is what I’ve been taught), but the cost of doing so, will sometimes mean that the more intricate parts of my illness brought on by stress, return (i.e. suicidal ideations).
Mental illness is something that doesn’t go away. It must be dealt with no matter how ugly it gets.
And, to those individuals who say mental illness is a blessing, TF you talking about?