Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Last night at Peer to Peer Class I told my story. My story of mental illness and where I have been. I know I would never be the person I am today, if it weren't for the struggles I have gone through. It is still hard to talk about yourself and all your trips to the hospital without feeling something. I was exhausted last night, but too keyed up to go right to sleep. I read for awhile and pondered my life. All the ups and downs. All the medication tried and all the talk therapy. It is all a part of my life. It is what makes up what I call "me." I am a better person for all those struggles for if doesn't know sorrow then how does one know joy? I know. That sounds trite. I am not meaning to sound trite. I am just expressing my feelings and pondering life. A good life. My life!