It’s a myth that mental health issues are “dangerous gifts.”
Trust me there are people who love having mental health conditions.
I’m not one of them.
SZ is a burden, not a gift. It’s hell. It’s painful to bear. More than dangerous it’s simply destructive.
If I could live one minute without SZ I’d take back all the true gifts I was given–like my writing talent and anything else–for one minute of freedom.
I’d like to know what it’s like to be accepted; to be understood; to be given compassion not screw-faced looks.
I take no joy in passing as a normal person.
Meg Jay, PhD wrote a new book about people who compensate for their hardship:
Supernormal: The Untold Story of Adversity and Resilience.
You can take the quiz in the book to see if you fit the supernormal criteria.
We’re in this camp because those of us who faced hardship work longer and harder to achieve what comes easy to regular so-called “normal” people.
We’ve compensated for our early hardship by yes passing for normal when our lives were anything but ordinary.
There’s a solution to accepting and embracing a life with SZ or BP or whatever you have.
Helping others is the foolproof way I know to help yourself have a better life.
“Service above self” is the antidote to pain.
Just remember: I don’t think our pain is a dangerous gift.