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.

Monday, August 02, 2010

Sweet is for Hershey Bars

"Affliction is the wholesome soil of virtue, where patience, honor, sweet humility, and calm fortitude, take root and strongly flourish."
David Mallet

Ah, yes. I was described by a friend today as "a sweet person who has problems".

I answered him that I don't have problems. I have schizophrenia.

I occasionally have challenges. I haven't had problems for years.

And the closer I get to a date that many people would dread, the fewer challenges I experience, the happier I am, the more anticipation for the future and a favorable outcome, the more patience I show, and the more peace I experience. That date is a court appearance in two weeks. I'll tell you all about it after it's over, but it's been going on since April 2009, and it's going to end on August 18, 2010 unless it's once again postponed.

I've had a lot of flak about this situation from presumably well meaning "friends" and family. It's something that couldn't be helped; I made a decision; and I think it was the right decision. Whether it was the right decision will be decided in two weeks. I must beg forbearance until then.

A fig tree cannot bear thorns.

By your fruits are you known.

Am I saying I'm a fruit? [wicked grin]

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