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...and I'm remarkably...whole. Normal, too...which is good, but...whole. That's the big thing.
I -was- sick, for a while there. Untreated cancer, even. Its...interesting...now that I'm healthy, I can remember bits and pieces of the not so distant past, and -now- I realize: whoa! I -was- incredibly, unbelievably sick. I didn't get it back then. 'Mental illness' ? Maybe. I sometimes think my...affliction...might be part of the reason why God saw fit to spare me before I even got saved (only 5 years ago, btw). If I -was- 'mentally ill' back then, the shrinks just made it worse. A lot worse.
I take deep breaths, and my body cooperates. No big thing. No fatigue, lethargy, weight changes, sickly-ness, etc. I can concentrate, I can do things. My IQ estimate is now higher, even, which...is unexpected.
Where to from here? I don't really know, honestly. "The world waits for no one." I was sick for a while there, and I started out low status, anyway. Nobody around here cares, and I don't think people 'round here are that much different from most people, anywhere else.
I'm blessed to be on disability. You know what's strange? When I was so sick that, looking back, I wasn't expected to live much longer, people would get angry when I wasn't working, mess with me when I was working at the "wrong" place, etc. Now, I'm healthy, but I've been labeled as "Schizophrenic" in the community (not my actual diagnosis, but...whatevs...), so...I'm a non-entity. To be fair, I see now...I never mattered to most people around here, anyway.
But...yeah. I'm healthy, now. Smart, too. My parents are kind to me, even. Mama even told me that I'm a "good person" the other day, which is...a milestone, in my mind. This whole "Schizophrenia" business is...frustrating...to say the least. My parents aren't rich, but they're not middle-class, either. Basically, they now have enough status and resources for me to (gasp!) be treated with a bit of compassion and respect by Mental Health, Inc. In the community...well, everything about me seems to p!ss people off, especially the psychiatrists and counselors from back in the day. They haven't made $$$ off me in a while now, and they never will again, plus...yeah. Lots of stuff happened. I'm free now, thanks to Christ.
OK. This is...another rambling, reflecting post, I guess. Its also, very much, a Praise Report. God is good! I don't know where to go from here, but my life now is comfortable, often serene, especially compared to what came before and what -could- be happening, even right now.
As always...thanks for reading, plus the prayers, support, Scripture, etc. I know I come here a lot. Thing is...a lot of "treatment" w/ "mental health professionals" basically boiled down to: SHUT HIM UP! And boy did they! Now, by God's grace, I have a voice, one I'm still developing, and...
...I like to come here and use my voice, since I was silenced for what seemed an eternity.
Thanks again.
I -was- sick, for a while there. Untreated cancer, even. Its...interesting...now that I'm healthy, I can remember bits and pieces of the not so distant past, and -now- I realize: whoa! I -was- incredibly, unbelievably sick. I didn't get it back then. 'Mental illness' ? Maybe. I sometimes think my...affliction...might be part of the reason why God saw fit to spare me before I even got saved (only 5 years ago, btw). If I -was- 'mentally ill' back then, the shrinks just made it worse. A lot worse.
I take deep breaths, and my body cooperates. No big thing. No fatigue, lethargy, weight changes, sickly-ness, etc. I can concentrate, I can do things. My IQ estimate is now higher, even, which...is unexpected.
Where to from here? I don't really know, honestly. "The world waits for no one." I was sick for a while there, and I started out low status, anyway. Nobody around here cares, and I don't think people 'round here are that much different from most people, anywhere else.
I'm blessed to be on disability. You know what's strange? When I was so sick that, looking back, I wasn't expected to live much longer, people would get angry when I wasn't working, mess with me when I was working at the "wrong" place, etc. Now, I'm healthy, but I've been labeled as "Schizophrenic" in the community (not my actual diagnosis, but...whatevs...), so...I'm a non-entity. To be fair, I see now...I never mattered to most people around here, anyway.
But...yeah. I'm healthy, now. Smart, too. My parents are kind to me, even. Mama even told me that I'm a "good person" the other day, which is...a milestone, in my mind. This whole "Schizophrenia" business is...frustrating...to say the least. My parents aren't rich, but they're not middle-class, either. Basically, they now have enough status and resources for me to (gasp!) be treated with a bit of compassion and respect by Mental Health, Inc. In the community...well, everything about me seems to p!ss people off, especially the psychiatrists and counselors from back in the day. They haven't made $$$ off me in a while now, and they never will again, plus...yeah. Lots of stuff happened. I'm free now, thanks to Christ.
OK. This is...another rambling, reflecting post, I guess. Its also, very much, a Praise Report. God is good! I don't know where to go from here, but my life now is comfortable, often serene, especially compared to what came before and what -could- be happening, even right now.
As always...thanks for reading, plus the prayers, support, Scripture, etc. I know I come here a lot. Thing is...a lot of "treatment" w/ "mental health professionals" basically boiled down to: SHUT HIM UP! And boy did they! Now, by God's grace, I have a voice, one I'm still developing, and...
...I like to come here and use my voice, since I was silenced for what seemed an eternity.
Thanks again.