I've called my mental illness a number of things. A journey, an illness, a path, a blessing, a way of life, a curse, a sickness, a condition. Now I'm gonna call it a career. A job. Like any job, I must work to accomplish the end product. My sza is with me 24/7 with no time off. Unlike most jobs I've had, I chose it. My lifetime job..sza, has chosen me. In order to get a payoff, I have to find new ways of dealing with it. I took a break from journaling to recharge my batteries. It was a good respite.
I wasn't getting any inspiration. I've found out that in order for me to have inspiration I must seek it out.
There is a void in my head. The voices and music are less and less. In fact the music I hear right now is the 1st I've heard in a few days. Maybe it's the hour of the day.
I have two speaking gigs next week. Both at the local community college for a psychology class. I suggested that we talk to the police, and the high schools. My reasoning for the schools is two fold. 1. A kid may been experiencing a mental illness and needs help. 2. If we can tell the police how we are then maybe they will use more restraint in dealing with MI's.
Speaking up and out isn't just for others, I get a payoff too. I feel great that I'm making a difference. Speaking has given me the desire to better myself.
Live, love, laugh, learn, listen,
David
