Why did I tell you about my mental illness?

Why did I tell you about my mental illness?

I thought this was quite good.


I hope this doesn’t come out all wrong. This has been on my mind a lot lately, and I hope my tone isn’t misunderstood. I just want to spread some understanding.

When I tell you about my mental illness, I am not looking for sympathy or pity.

I am not trying to be a victim.

I’m not saying “wo is me!”

I am not begging for help.

What I am seeking is empathy. Just like everyone else in the world—including you—I just want to be understood.

When a person with a mental illness is well enough to function in society—to get out of bed, to answer the phone, to give service in the community, to go to the store, to go to school or work, to spend time with friends—many people end up assuming that either they don’t really have a mental illness or it must not be that bad.

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About pickleclub1971

I'm a single mom of 2: a Southern CA native, who transplanted to Utah 4 years ago. I have one 18 year old who is off to the Ivy League, and one 14 year old who is in high school. I served an LDS Mission to Southern France and I’ve also lived in the San Francisco Bay Area, Idaho, Northern Arizona, and New Hampshire. I love 80’s music, classical music, choral music, playing the piano, singing, speaking what French I still remember, and talking about history and music with whomever will listen. I love that my kids are better at math than I was at their age. (But they still get frequent historical references from me…anyone familiar with Ducky from NCIS? He’s that kind of medical examiner, I’m that kind of mom.) My kids also think I know all the lyrics to all the songs from the 80’s, mainly because I’m good at making them up and faking it when I don’t know. Sometimes they catch me. I’m currently disabled with PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder). I want to get better (of course) and be an advocate for trauma survivors and others with mental illnesses. I like people in general. I suffer from the delusion that I can make everyone my friend, but of course that isn’t possible: but I still believe that the world can be a better place.

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