Comments on: How I Went

By: Simile is when you use “like” or “as,” you dipshits. « R e a l i t y F i s h

Wed, 03 Jun 2009 13:02:41 +0000

[...] history of college has been inextricably tied up in all the crazy, and by God my transcript shows it. I should have taken a copy to my doctors and gotten the Bipolar [...]

By: Robin G

Robin G — Mon, 27 Oct 2008 13:08:22 +0000

ebj — I’m glad you know now.

The Chef and The Monkey — Don’t cry! I love you guys too :)

wonderspot — It’s always a hard call that way, but in the end, I risked the self-indulgence. I figure we’re safe as long as we don’t wallow too regularly.

By: wonderspot

wonderspot — Sun, 26 Oct 2008 21:34:00 +0000

Great, great post. I always wonder if, when I write about my experiences it sounds too self indulgent, but whenever I read stories like this, I realize how much it helps to talk about it and to hear/read other similar stories of others.

Thanks for sharing.

By: The Monkey

The Monkey — Sun, 26 Oct 2008 20:16:34 +0000

Yeah, you almost had ME in tears, and that takes some damn good writing. This was beautifully said and incredibly true.

I suppose one of the most insidious things about mental illness is that it convinces you that you are completely and utterly alone. It is always good to have reminders that we’re not.

By: The Chef

The Chef — Fri, 24 Oct 2008 22:07:25 +0000

I’m sitting outside my restaurant, smoking a cig and reading this and crying. People are walking by and asking if they can call someone for me, which is funny since I’m holding what is obviously a BlackBerry in my hands.

I love you. You are the bestest friend anyone could ever ask for. I’m so glad you’re in me and my son’s life.

By: ebj123

ebj123 — Fri, 24 Oct 2008 20:27:10 +0000

Almost everyone I know — in real life and through the blogosphere — is suffering right now. Autumn is hard, and it messes up your mind. And I realized that, in spite of everything, in spite of a thousand blog posts and it being acceptable these days to talk about mental illness, people still forget. They forget how many people feel the way they do. They forget that others have been in the exact same place, and that there really is a way out, and there’s a hundred thousand hands ready to help them along the way.

I didn’t forget – I never knew, incredibly. But people like you, showing me that I am not alone, it has made the difference, it really really has. I am so very sorry you have had to through all this, but I appreciate so much that you are willing to share about it now.
Thank you. So very much.