For the tenth day in the 30 Days of Mental Illness Awareness Challenge, the prompt asks:
What is the best thing in regards to your mental illness?
In all honesty, whether I can see the ‘good’ things that my mental illness(es) have brought my life depends on the day. Some days I absolutely hate them and all the pain, devastation and isolation they’ve brought my life; but others I worship all of the things that would never have happened were it not for my mental illness(es).
If it weren’t for my manic phase in June/July 2007, I would never have walked into a bar and slapped Samantha on her deliciously round posterior. If I hadn’t committed such an uncharacteristic act, I would never have had the pleasure to become her friend or undertake the soulful exploration that we did.
Also, if it weren’t for my mental illness(es), I would be a far less empathetic person. For I truly believe that these illness(es) I’ve been forced to live with have given me a far better understanding not only of the world, but of the strengths and foibles of the humans who populate it.
However, if I had to pick the best thing about my mental illness, it would be the opportunity it has given me to help others; whether it is through this blog, from speaking in public or just having the chance to share my story in support groups.
The knowledge that I am helping people realise they are not alone in their experiences makes the hell that often descends on my moods more than worthwhile.