Hi, there. Thanks for visiting. I'm starting this blog as an advocate for mental and physical health. I'm a freelance writer and also own a home based medical transcription business. I was diagnosed in 1978 with paranoid schizophrenia and started to become acutely ill three years prior to that, unmedicated, frightened, confused, and in trouble with the law. I graduated from university with distinction the year I became ill. I've never regretted learning how to think at university. I struggled with my illness for 35 years and have reached the top of the mountain now, I think, or the other side, where the grass is greener and the path easier. There's hope for all of us, the whole human race, and never think there isn't hope or joy no matter your circumstances. I'd love to hear your thoughts and experiences with mental illness in all its forms: depression, brain injury, autism, schizophrenia, bipolar, anxiety disorders, etc. and your positive experiences as well as those lies and half truths society and even therapists would have us believe about ourselves.

We are different folks, and we are beautiful. The whole human race is beautiful. Let's celebrate life.

Tuesday, August 03, 2010

The Soup Stone

"I swear you could taste the chicken and tomatoes and the noodles and the marrow bone
But it really wasn't nothin' but some water and potatoes
And the wonderful wonderful soup stone
" - Bobby Bare lyrics
A good friend doesn't have to be a perfect friend. Imperfect friends are best. They understand me. They're like the wonderful soup stone that gives flavor to my days when things are dry.

Their hearts are kindly and their intentions are pure.

I thank you, good friends, for all you do and all you are. And you can be family. You can be children. You can be virtual friends, old friends, new friends, or strangers who open a door for me or give me a seat on the bus when I'm tired. You may be someone who forgives me without being asked.

You could be someone I last met two years ago, who wants to help me out with a new idea or project. You are brilliant and you are caring, and you are my link to humanity at a time when I may desperately need a friend. You don't always know who you are. But you may recognize yourself. I hope you do.

And I thank you.

1 comment:

  1. And my thanks to you, too, Kenna. You are a good friend, virtually and otherwise.

    The old saw says, "To have a good friend, you have to BE a good friend."

    I suspect you have far more friends in this world than you suspect--and most don't even know your name.