My name is Mary. I lived with mental illness and shyness since I was very young. It caused a lot of problems because I wasn’t diagnosed until I was 36. I had to unravel what I had done to that point and go forward.
It was harder because as I got better, people in my own household held me back. They didn’t want to see me joyful. I realized they were part of the problem. You need your family support to get better, but they were sick themselves. I lost my children, my house, and many jobs trying to stay well alone.
I have found other great people, but my greatest loss has been my children.They don’t ask me much about the illness, they just want me to be their Mom. It is hard without explaining the illness to them, so I try to be as upbeat as possible. Hiding it has been the hardest thing. I am glad to be on good meds, but I don’t like the hiding part. Sometimes it is hard to hide and then Iose another job.
Having a roof over my head is not enough for me. I want more out of life. My God has told me I am valuable so I am hoping I can do something with the will of God one day. Thank-you for letting me vent.