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, February 28, 2011

No Woman is an Island

I very much want to make some changes in my life and carve out a new destiny for myself now that the sentencing is over and I can move on knowing what I have to deal with. I'll never do it again, and in order to be able to determine that I must have help. I'll be seeing a new psych at FACS and am delighted. I'm going to lay on her a lot of the load to sort out, which I haven't been able to do so far. Come a long way, baby, but not far enough. It occurred to me only yesterday that I don't have to do it all myself. Nor am I alone.

I struggled for most of my life without a lot of support thinking I was the Lone Ranger or something. It was hard and I must say impossible to make total progress without blood, sweat and tears over a very long period of time.

I don't have to do it all myself.

I'm not alone.

I'm not talking about only the psych, either, but all with whom I come into contact with. Including the instruction I'm embarking on in the Catholic church. I've been searching for a spiritual community for so many years and didn't find it. Now I think I've found it. It'll take a year or more before I'm ready for any kind of decision but I've found a church that allows me to question and think for myself, and I'm delighted with that, too.

Everything is falling into place finally and I think I just wasn't ready before.

When the student's ready the teacher will appear.

How different the last 35 years would have been had I known then what I know now! And been able to apply it.


  1. No, dear Kenna, you don't have to do it alone. And with your help, neither do WE! The last 35 years have made you what you are today, and also have laid the groundwork for what you are becoming. Without them, you'd be a different, less interesting, less compassionate, less wise, less gracious YOU.

  2. Sound good about the Catholic Church. I remember when I lived in Florida, I enjoyed going to the Unitarian Church. It was very different than I was used to, the Lutheran Church. But my old church had let me down. The Unitarian Church was less organized, people were friendly, and the coffee, yes the coffee was drinkable. Moo (my wife) would say I went there for the coffee, and maybe there is some truth to how she feels.