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I’ve had an interesting journey with my mental health. I suppose everyone can say that, really, since we all struggle in one way or another. I know I went to some extremes, though. I can honestly say that there was a period in my life when I wouldn’t have wished my mental state on anyone. Not even my worst enemy. It was during a time I’d suffered a psychotic break and my emotional and mental anguish was indescribable. It was a period in my life that lasted a few years. There were good times, intermittently, don’t get me wrong. It was rather like living through an extended hurricane, when you get the good moments of stillness and you see the sky and the stillness seems incredible. I think that’s part of the unique journey of mental illness: it’s an adventure, of sorts. But I did get past the worst times, once I faced up to the underlying terror, which was, as it turned out, not so much of death but of life itself. All I can say now, since I know I’m limited to the number of words I can say here, is that there’s always a way out, and that way out isn’t suicide. Mine was in letting go. I really do think that it all boils down to needed to let the ego die. The way to live life is, in my humble opinion, to risk.YI’m in the process of writing my story. I wholeheartedly recommend anyone to do the same, Writing your life story is one of the most healing things you can possibly do.