During the 70s, mental illness was not discussed openly nor did my parents explain to their children that my dad had a mental illness, would need medication, therapy and professional help the rest of his life.
...that is why no one understands mental illness, because it is invisible, well I am not invisible, my disorder is invisible, but I am visible.
I took lithium for my bipolar illness for about twenty-five years. I had a pretty good run on this medication and generally did rather well.
My passion is to encourage people to talk about their own story. How will anyone ever be comfortable with mental illness if nobody talks about it? Please tell your story. There is someone waiting for you to open up so that they can open up to you.
For the first time in twenty-one years of living with psychosis I feel like there is a purpose for my experience. I feel as though my potential hasn’t been wasted and I have been able to do all of this in large part because of my relationship with Yahara House.
The grief process was incredible for me. I went through stages of intense pain, anger, sadness, guilt, and eventually forgiveness.