That's exactly what I wanted! I want people to talk about it!
There is nothing to be ashamed of. We all deal with life's difficulties in different ways.
Every single person out there who has told me their secret can rest assured that I'm not going to judge you.
I praise you!!!!!
The people who wrote in to tell me that they too have been told they have 'this' or 'that' diagnoses have done so bravely, but it also means that they have released a bit of the power that the interpretations of our mental health took from us.
I wasn't really disturbed by the allegations of my 'lack of sanity'.
I don't really care, because I know that I'm happy and my life is good. That's all that matters.
What I do know, is nobody can say I created these mental glitches on my own.
One of my readers reminded me that it's not my mind that did this, rather the fact that I grew up with difficulty, and this is how my mind reacted.
I grew up with a deadbeat dad/sperm donor/drug dealer who could care less that we existed, unless he had a girlfriend who would convince him we were important, and his phone calls would come in at that point.
Not to mention, we moved around from school to school when we grew up with a single mom. It was the best she could do, to give us the best home we could have. She was also very young and really did what she could to take care of two out of control girls.
Still, having to make new friends over and over screwed me up a bit as well. I'm pretty sure that's where 'performing Andréa' came from. She needed to put on an act in hopes that people would like her, because she thought the 'real Andréa' wasn't good enough for anyone.
Dealing head on with all of the above, plus a little more I don't feel like blabbing about, made me stronger.
I write this blog without a care that my psycho ex, The Beast, is sitting there, right now, obsessively stalking my every word and literally laughing at my disdain with whichever sick and creepy friend is joining her.
... hey beast! how's that divorce treating ya? karma's a bitch eh? ...
Now I feel sorry for every person who thinks that this is 'supporting' their 'friend'.
It's not. I have true support and I know what true friends are.
The Hen Peckers who try to harm me don't even phase me anymore.
I have what is known as unconditional love in my life.
Something I realized the other day, when I looked back at those 2 weeks I gave Papi to clean up his act, was astounding.
Every time I've had to leave the current 'addict' in my life, I had to leave for good.
Time and again, I had to let go of security.
With a new breath, I had to start all over again and begin a new life, searching for new hope.
This time was different.
After the blip, I got to come home to be with my love.
I got to continue with my relationship and didn't have to start over again.
This is a new experience for me. This is beautiful!
This is, what I call, success.
I don't give a fuck about scrutiny from the bottom feeders who would judge me.
I don't need to avoid life anymore, and I certainly don't need a little doctor's opinion to tell me I dealt with it by way of these mental illnesses.
They weren't there while I struggled through to find happiness on my own.
What I need, is for people to continue talking about mental illness so it loses it's power!
So please everyone. Keep talking!
We are not alone.
i rejoice for the success and abundance of others