Having this man in my life changed all of that. For someone to love the me they see, the me they want to be with. All the maddening emotions, crazy thoughts, internal battles, past struggles and present hells couldn't run this man away.
So, I've explained before the difficulties of working. I also have given an rant or two about mental illness stigma and misunderstandings from society. I am feeling particularly upbeat this fine day so this will be short and sweet. So, I'm looking for a job. Not just any job. The perfect job. Writing.
I researched, everywhere, most emotional disorders, mood disorders, and their symptoms. Because, at the 21, I was forced to see the ugly side of my illness and what I can become. One characteristic I learned about my mental illness was that there was more than one involved. And one did not function without the other.
We should be praising those brave enough to speak out and helping others to speak as well. Let's create an emotional connection to all life, in that you wish them no harm, on the simple basis that you can understand their pain. I wouldn't poke you with a sharp needle because I know exactly how it feels to be poked or stabbed with a sharp object. It hurts. Empathy causes me to not only understand that pain but learn from it. Learning from a past suffering is a key to the survival of a mental illness.