Where Did All The Fun Go?

Where did all of the fun go? Being mentally ill used to be so much fun; the highs (and lows, unfortunately), the extremes, in spending, indulging, self-abuse. Waking up not knowing what the day might bring; will I get mad, dad, even, aggressive, depressed, suicidal. Will you hurt your friends and family, will you burn relationship bridges, will you make a fool of yourself during a manic episode? Who knows?

After a while, the fun wears off. It's no longer exciting and fresh; now you know what to expect, becuse it always turns out the same. The only variable is how high you go, and how far you crash. Once you realize this, and the disease becomes real, you become one of us. (Actually you always have been, it's just that now you finally realize it)

Winston Churchill

YOU ARE MENTALLY ILL

You're in good company with the likes of:

            Abraham Lincoln     
            Buzz Aldrin  

            Jimi Hendrix   
            Plato    
            Mark Twain

            Winston Churchill     
            Patty Duke   

            Vincent Van Gogh     
            Virginia Woolf 

            Wolfgang Amadeus Motzart      
            Richard Dreyfus         

            Hans Christian Anderson     
                                                            Sir Isaac Newton                        

So raise your banner high and, when you aren't able, be with those who can raise it for you. NAMI, DBSA, Psych Central and MD Junction are a few I visit regurlarly. They can give great volume to your voice.

Remember, you're in this with many others. Your not alone. You never are. Ever.