Introduction

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, April 19, 2011

One Set of Footprints

When I read Catcher in the Rye all those years ago I remember Holden Caulfield saying near the end of the book that he always fantasized himself as standing in a field of tall rye while people ran through it, and when they stumbled and fell he caught them. I may remember wrongly but that stuck with me through the years, and also explains the title. I haven't read about that particular aspect of the book but I think it's the crux of the book. "He's not heavy, he's my brother" or "when you saw only one set of footprints, that is when I carried you..." "Like a bridge over troubled water" someone has been that to me for many years, and now it's my turn.

The long war I waged since 1974 is over, I think. My friend may stoop to conquer; I don't know. But I do follow the Light and the Truth and if reality is really the essence of a rose I may have grasped it already. I want a real rose, no fantasy gardens for me. I can play, though, can't I?

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