I’d like to give a shout-out to all the people on here who are suffering. Those of us who have been or are going through hell, you all are beautiful people. Every day I come on here I am impressed by the strength and fortitude you display. Standing tall in the face of adversity, coping with less-than-ideal situations, summoning the inner courage to fight the good fight just one more day…one more day at a time. We all have come on here and bitched about things. Some are rather trivial, some are enormous in scale. But if the bitching is indicative of anything, it’s that we are getting worn down from fighting and need a sympathetic ear.
I’m not high. I’m not drunk. I feel a little touched by something one of us is going through, and it inspired me. I want all of you to hang in there. Do the things that are hard anyway. The constant ingesting of chemicals that alter our body’s constitution, the unyielding interpersonal conflicts, and all the annoying caveats of insurance, pharmacies, holier-than-thou doctors, and unenlightened family members.
Warriors, all of us. To you, dear reader, know that I care about you, and want nothing but the best. May you find peace and healing. One day, one hour, one minute at a time, whatever it takes, you hang in there, dear reader.
I honestly have no clue how I got this far with this ■■■■, especially through childhood with no one teaching me healthy coping mechanisms at all until I joined PACT.
And since you are a warrior, a soldier who has served, everything you said was true. I always wanted be a soldier. I guess in a roundabout way I am awfully similar to one.
I do see it as a fight, no, a war.
I sometimes think of the people who have told me not to be proud…and then I keep reading research about how wrong they are. Actually, I go write my own too.
In the end, I say strength and power are confused. Strength is how much we can take and not break. Power is how much we can move people and things.
We as a group are incredibly strong. People with serious mental illness know strength.
it is a war, i declared war on this ■■■■ a long time ago, every day i make it through the trenches, my pills are like cannon fire beating back the horde, stopping my own onslaught, i declared war on myself, the part that does not function properly, i hope one day i will win completely and i might not need meds, then i will have truly won.
For me life with schizophrenia is like wearing a helmet to ride this thing involuntarily nonstop faster than is safe even if it had two wheels. It must be possible though because I’m still here despite many many major accidents already.
@anon40540444 Thank you for these kind, inspirational words. It was just the sort of words I needed at this rough, sad time I’m going through. It brought tears to my eyes. Ironic how strangers can touch each other and provide a kind word. Is it destiny, fate, karma or the workings of our creator? Yet often it happens in sadness I find comfort. I don’t believe it’s coincidence, if that’s delusional thinking I’ll keep it…
This is wonderful… So inspirational. I’m not doing so good lately, this makes me feel better. It’s more the mood side of my illness that’s been acting up, the mood swings in a day. Cyclotimia they call it.
Anyhoo, I’ve been thinking about this fight and the times we want to trow in the towel but there’s always something inside us that prevent us from doing it. We all have those desperation moments where everything seems more terrible than it really is… We just can’t allow ourselves to be overwhelmed by it.
Your strenght strenghtens my strenght, so thank you!
