My boyfriend, Steve, has a variety of mental illnesses that he lives with daily. I have learned to adapt to his different mood swings, and so much more. He has Bipolar Disorder, Depression, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD), Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD), and Dyslexia, yet still manages to teach at a high school and now keeps things under control thanks to medications and therapy.
I’m 63 years old which makes mine a long story so instead of telling it I’d like to write my take on it, or my take-away. I hope this could ring a chord of recognition for someone else even if it is a bit quirky and specific. I think life is a mental health ‘challenge.’ Mental illness is a special subset but it is not all one thing and not a scattering of entirely different things. It can be a fine line or a huge chasm. There are always factors - chemical, hormonal, biographical, historical - they intersect and overlap. Those factors are important but today what I really wish to share is a reminiscence, a happy one which stands the test of time, of the beginning of my recovery.
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