I've contended with Bipolar all my life and then two and a half years ago a 17 year old on a cell phone added constant pain to the mix. Yes, those who don't have experience with mental/emotional illness, have no clue. "Just snap out of it" "Stop wearing your feelings on your shirt sleeves" Even denial of PTSD.
No insurance plus for various reasons meds are not an options for me. A year an a half ago I began attending DBSA meetings. (Had to do something) For me it was the answer. At last I found I wasn't the only one struggling and in hearing others stories I found some answers that worked for me. Not every week but I kept going and over time I have developed a core of what I call my hour and a half friends. They don't judge my struggles, miss me if I'm not there, and help me feel accepted, at least somewhere.
With time to, I've noticed that this town does drop the ball in many areas with those who are in true need. I feel so insignificant in so many areas of life, it's frightening.
All who truly believe that leaving that window open was purely an accident stand on your head.
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