Spent yesterday driving around kids in one of the biggest school bus our division owns. That’s when I wasn’t coaching archery at the finals, which was packed with people. Head’s a bit w00bly today, but I survived and I haven’t needed to hit the extra med stash today.
To all of the doctors and other people who said I wouldn’t be able to this, or have a family, or a career, or anything else… Bite me. Never EVER take someone else’s word for what your limits are – find out for yourself. If I had listened to everyone else decades ago I’d be living in a group home today instead of positively floating over how well my archery kids did.
■■■■ yes, man. That is the kind of talk I live to hear. Be proud. We aren’t weak because of our illness, we are strong because we deny our prognoses and we live well. We fight a war that no one knows as well as other mentally ill people. “Our war is against ourselves.” -Fight Club. “A mans first and noblest victory is over himself”- Plato.
I was given two paths to follow when I was diagnosed: continue my actions and die by 40 or straighten up and become a psychologist. I think it’s clear as to which path I am treading.
I wonder if I could ever have a wife and kid like you do. I really do.
Wow. That’s something to look up for. I think mouce can put up words to express our delight in a success story better than anyone else. But yes. I wish you more triumphs in future and yes we can battle and yes we can win.
fist bump. It means respect in the culture of aggressive young men.
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