A couple of months ago I was working on a series of letters to those who were struggling with different issues and perhaps feeling lost.
Looks like I kind of got lost in the middle of it all.
Not sure it’s safe to say that I’ve been found, but I can definitely say that I’m actively looking.
And I’ll keep my eyes open this time.
You know, constant vigilance.
So, I’ll give it a whirl at taking my own advice:
Got a little too big for your britches, didn’t you? Cocky confidence about being able to be “normal” came back and bit you right in the back side of your trousers didn’t it.
I still love you.
And believe in you.
I know, it’s just so enticing to feel that emotion of clarity, strength, soaring – actually just BEING alive.
In other words, our good old friend Mr. Mania.
Continue reading I guess this letter is to me
In college I became familiar with this quote by Jonathan Swift:
“May you live all the days of your life.”
It seemed to go well with one of my favorite lines from the movie Auntie Mame:
“Live! Life is a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death!”
Combine the two and the message is pretty clear. I dove into it head first and tried to make these my mantra. I wanted to feel everything deeply. However, I quickly learned that in feeling deeply there were no normal occurrences. Only incredible highs and devastating lows.
I also discovered a quick and strong anger with the ability to hold a grudge with perfect recollection until the end of time.
But hey, that’s just because I’m a passionate person, right?
After all, life is to be LIVED!
In my case, and probably many others as well, this drive to live a passionate and deeply meaningful life was more a matter of mental illness than of excitement for all the good I could find. Continue reading Can we learn to truly LIVE with mental illness?