“I’m creative and sensitive.” — Jenn
“I love my sense of humor and my kindness.” — Jenny
“I am witty and clever.” — Natasha
“I am creative and caring.” — Marcilla
“I am empathetic and an advocate for others.” — Andrea
“I love my sense of humor.” — Amy
“I’m creative, loving and can dance my ass off.” — A’Driane
“I am nurturing, compassionate, encouraging and optimistic.” — Tracy
“I am dangerously funny & wildly optimistic.” — Alycia
“I am artistic, compassionate & hilarious.” — Lauren
“Yup, I’m a funny girl!” — Lizz
“Adhd is my Super Power.” — Pauline
“I am intelligent and humorous.” — Roxanne
“I am honest.” — Jessica
“I am resplendent.” — Bobbi
“I love the intensity with which I care about other people.” — Charity
“I am empathetic and understanding.” — Anne-Marie
“I am loving, funny and wildly inappropriate.” — Jessica
“I am caring.” — Christina
“I am wise and courageous.” — Susan
And I battle mental illness.
Every single one of us here lives each day with mental disorder(s).WE face the stigma of mental illness. We are often judged and even discriminated against, in the workplace, at school, among family or friends.
But WE are so much more than Bipolar, Depression, PPD, OCD, Bipolar, Anxiety or any mental illnesses we fight. There is strength, beauty, passion, creativity and empathy. There is intelligence, courage, humor, kindness and honesty.
Yes, we have struggles. Yes, we have days where we are not our best selves. We falter. We royally screw up.
But so does everyone.
Why should a real medical condition make anyone think less of us? If any one of us had a heart attack or diabetes or even a broken leg, others would never say “Oh, just suck it up.”
No one would ever think, “She’s just bat shit crazy.”
They’d drive us to the doctor and remind us how brave we are. They’d encourage us to get proper treatment. They’d offer their help to get us through this.
But with mental illness many people don’t understand. They’re afraid. Or prejudiced. They can’t even begin to imagine what it feels like to live with depression, mania and anxiety.
I see a psychiatrist regularly. I take medication each and every day to combat my illnesses. And treatment doesn’t always “fix” the symptoms. But I am not ashamed. Why? Because I didn’t choose for my mind to race out of control. Or to fall into a deep pit of despair. Or to come out of my skin with anxiety. These things just happen. Just as a heart patient might suffer palpitations. Or a broken leg cause pain.
I fight mental illness, yes, BUT I am so much more:
In spite of–and in many cases–because of my mental illness, I am ME. And I am proud to be.
Thank you so very much to my readers and fellow blogger friends who wanted to join me to stand up and fight the stigma of mental illness for mental health month. I love you dearly for your courage and for your passion in sharing your stories.
Please check out their blogs. You won’t be disappointed.