News About my Life

   Well, I'm me.     Thank God or I'd be someone else too.

I'm 51, overweight, Canadian, and I smoke 2 packs of cigarettes a day.

I must say I've had a good life.   I could die tomorrow and not regret it.

Being mentally ill for the last 30 years has taught me a lot of things I truly believe I would not have have learned otherwise.      I think that regular visitors and contributors to this blog-spot would concur with that sentiment.

Let's face it, life in an economic way isn't great for many of us who are disabled.      In fact, we may not use the term "disabled" to describe our fame and fortune at that.

Knowing that I have a roof over my head and can afford to eat decent food is enough for me, thank-you.      And of course a job would be nice too.

Accepting what is and always finding more is the key to fulfillment in the world of mental health, in my opinion.

On Monday, I'm going to my first meeting of the local Mental Health Advisory Board.

Well, they said they wanted patients.          Well I hope they're "patient" with me because they're going to get an earful!    I'm going to raise a few sensitive issues, among them - homelessness and the mentally ill - and I don't care whose feathers I ruffle.

Should be fun.

Well that's my two cents,

take care,        - Don