I love the sort of common thread that runs through human conversation. I do feel like the seasons seem to dictate the mood and hence the topic of thought.
In spring it seemed everyone seemed to have dating on the mind.
In winter more people in every corner of my life talked about physical health and stress
Last night I ended up going to my Sz support group for a while and I had to leave due to feeing ill. It turned into a “normie hate” festival. I can’t stand that. I’m very hesitant to even mention that here because I don’t want to infect this board with it.
But I just needed a place to syphon some of it off. That bitter radish with a pinch of dirt… mixed with sour grape flavor of icky… has greeted me when I woke up. I couldn’t even wash it off in the shower.
So in order to get the negative out of my stomach, I just needed to vent this off and sort ask myself… what is normal really?
I’ve decided to call the people in my life functional… it’s more obtainable… but I would never call them normal.
If it wasn’t for the people in my life who are more functional I could only imagine how badly life would have turned out. It was my parents who got me into hospital and avoided jail time when I had my very worst break. It was my sis who saved my life 6 years ago. It was my family again who advocated for the med change that got me back on my feet in back into life. I very much need people who are different then me.
I just don’t understand the hate. I understand the frustration and being irritated at people who don’t know and don’t care to try and educate themselves… but I don’t get the hate.
I sure can’t take the hate. It really makes me ill.
Thank you to all the people in my life who don’t have this illness and choose to learn and help and use patience and compassion. I love you all.
Thank you for letting me have the Whine with my cheese.