I could go on and on probably but I think it’s best to just let you know I read this and was touched and truly overjoyed in seeing such a wonderful outcome.

Take care baldy!

How my own mental illness affects my job, my husband, my family and my play time is something that I still struggle to deal with. Just last night I had a major meltdown over a raid. I can’t take back what happened and I can’t get people to understand that sometimes this happens. I become completely irrational and lose my mind. Even my husband gets annoyed when I freak out like that. However, he doesn’t yell or shake me or anything, he expresses his concern (because over all, he feels concern that I won’t snap out of it) and then when I’m ‘myself’ again, talks to me about how what I heard or saw wasn’t supposed to be taken the way I interpreted.

And honestly, after 20 years of fighting this, saying “Well, I have bipolar disorder” sounds like an excuse. I feel that I should ‘get better’ but I haven’t. I can treat the symptoms but the underlying cause will never go away. It’s so frustrating. Those are the days that I think “I will never be normal” and start to cry, no, start to sob. And those are the bad days. But I always have someone telling me “This too shall pass” and they hold my hand and help me through.

Those people who support and are aware of the world of mental illness are God sends and I love them more than anything. And of course, now I am crying because as I said, I’m in the depths and I’m alone. But it will pass. It always passes.

Phew…

If the itch spreads, go see a doctor.. I’m sure there is an ointment for it!

I’m sure it’s a difficult balancing act for managers, to support someone, having faith that they will give their all, while receiving what they need. I have no doubt there are times that people will use this to their advantage and take more, as much as they can.

In an ideal world… well, they are bloody hard to find.

We are lucky that there is a lot of legislation designed to protect rights, lucky that as a general rule we are the land of the “fair go” and looking after the underdog. Lucky that as a general rule, we live by the “do unto others…” and appreciate, that one day it may be “done unto ourselves”.

Slightly off track… but I was having a discussion to someone the other day about medicare (universal government medical care) and unemployment benefits here. My philosophy has always been to pay into the system (not that I have a choice), be happy that I am supporting others through their life trials… because when the boot is on the other foot, the safety net is there for me, without pain, without guilt… as I have already paid for it (or will, once I am back on my feet).

So.. thanks!

As I was reading this post I realized more and more that we are in different universes you and me .
In my job that will never happen as soon I started to get late I would be fired for sure, and how cold people here are, nobody cares for anything, only if we live it do we come aware that this situations exist.

Its like we live in a all different place an not in this word.
How can we call us as Human being when we are so different ?

I am happy that you leave in a great place and surrounded whit amazing Human beings, that understand what you fight whit and live whit .

And ashamed to be where I am and, see what I see, Indifference rules above all here, because we also have so many bad examples of people asking for help in a cause, and we later find out that that people robed us all.

So I can only applause your initiative and, wend I arrive home I will contribute what I can.

I want to make a differences and fell that at least once I did the right thing.

This phrase from the movie Sucker Punch doesn’t leave my mind now.

“If you don’t stand for something, you’ll fall for anything.”

Thank you!

Feel free to distribute this post and the others from last year. I know I struck a lot of cords last year as I managed to capture the struggles that many feel as well as the desperation as life comes crashing down.

As I said then.. if it helps people to understand they are dealing with mental illness, or helps others to recongise it in those they love – and now hopefully with this post, realise that mental illness is not a direct path for the trash heap, then I have succeeded more than any monetary donations ever could.

I look forward to the day where people are just as likely to tell their friends, family and colleagues that they are suicidal as they are to complain about a head cold.