I have a mental illness.  I have lost close friends.  I have lost my freedom at times.  I have wished that I was dead. I do not feel sorry for myself.  I love everyone.  I wish no harm to come to any one.  I am a peaceful fun loving individual.  I have two daughter that make my life worth living every day.  I have a fiancee how is the mother of my children and she has been there for me through all my ups and downs.  She has loved me when I have been incapable of loving myself.  I know I have a mental disability but I do not consider my self 100 percent disabled.  I am a hard worker.  I love physical work.  I lift weight 5 days a week.  I am kind to others around me whether they treat me kindly or not.  I do not judge people.  I believe God loves me and that I am special and worth while.  I believe my illness is a gift from God.  Being mentally ill does not make me a dangerous or bad person.  I am a good man. I have more respect for others than is given to me at times.  I understand the people fear what they don’t understand.  I don’t understand why people feel they have a right to judge others at all.  I am stronger because of my illness.  I choose to be kind and loving.  I feel horrible when I step on an ant.  I love all living things.  I have respect for my self and my country and all other countries for that matter.  I see people of all different races and sexes as equals.  I have hopes and dreams and aspirations just like any one else in this world.  I am not my illness.  I am human.  So are you.