We Aren’t Lazy.

I would like to help people understand what mental illness does to those who suffer.  First of all, it is not a walk in the park.  It is not something we can just change at the snap of a finger.  We hold jobs we cannot keep, leaving gaps in employment, making it difficult to move on to the next job.  We struggle with irrational fears and episodes of mania and depression that I cannot even begin to describe.

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The struggle is real, but I also believe in my heart that it makes us some of the strongest individuals in the world because we never give up hope.  This is a disorder for life, and we know it will never go away.

This is only half of the battle.  The rest is telling ourselves to move forward even if it’s the smallest steps.  Setting even the tiniest goals saves our lives, so the next time you feel like we are lazy or bums, take a look at the big picture.

We look at the big picture, which is stability and happiness in our lives.  We must be kind to ourselves and stop biting off more we can chew because society deems it so that in order to be a contributing member of society, one must have the steady job, the house payments, bills and car payments, raising a family and having good social lives.

Most of us are happy and lucky enough just getting out of bed in the morning and managing some form of self-care and that is good enough for us.

Be kind to yourselves.

Published by capricious.capo

I am diagnosed as Bipolar 1. I am an advocate for mental health awareness and have helped fundraise towards nonprofit organizations like NAMI. I write about my own personal struggles and success stories to help end a national stigma that hurts and alienates those who battle mental illness. Beyond fighting for mental health awareness, I am tech nerd, hair enthusiast, film buff and music lover. I love my family and support system with all my heart. I have green hair and tattoos because I want to. I’ve always stood out in one way or another. I studied photography and received an associates degree. I have my high school AP literature teacher to thank for inspiring me to pursue journalism, and for writing me a heartfelt letter of recommendation that I still have as a reminder. High school was a decade ago, but in times like these, Publishing an opinionated, personal and maybe controversial blog about living with a mood disorder seemed like a good enough start.

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