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We’ve made it through the forest, only to find that there are still lots of trees

One of the little surprises this holiday season was a framed quote that many of you have already seen:

My doctor asked if any members of my family suffered from insanity. I replied, “No, we all seem to enjoy it.” 

After the initial chuckle, taking time to ponder just what this statement can mean still brings a smile to my face.

But probably without the laughter.

A few weekends before Alex was scheduled to arrive home, Ann and I thought that I should call Monday morning and see if I could get an emergent appointment with the doctor in Salt Lake. The combination of mental illness symptoms and medication side effects felt just out of my reach of control.

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I have learned how to control my outward actions and responses to the mental inward implosions. The feelings of slowing slipping into insanity, the screaming inside at being locked in an unreal prison that is more restricting than any cell made of iron bars, and the overwhelming physical exhaustion can be tamed and kept within.

I actually think I’m pretty nice and easy going overall.

But we had hit that point where I didn’t think I could last until our next appointment after the first of the year.

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Are we blind enough to see?

Here’s another story we have come across over the years is worth sharing.

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.

One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.

His bed was next to the room’s only window.

window2The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end.

They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.

Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside. Continue reading Are we blind enough to see?