No, this is not “Attitude” by Charles Swindoll (for those of you who know the reference). Rather, the following is a rant of sorts.
Severe Mental Illness sucks. It just freaking sucks!
I cannot imagine my life without the gargantic cloud over my head, that screams “insanity.”
I want it to be better… I want my ails to be gone!
In recent years, I was guilty of thinking I could stay productive enough to make it all better.
It doesn’t work that way!
Mental illness is still there, and as I’ve stated, it definitely sucks!
The longer you live, what kinds of things do you realize about your illness(es)?