Just prior to my receiving my schizoaffective disorder diagnosis, I had attempted suicide a handful of times on rides to the mental hospital.

Gratefully, no one was ever harmed, and my suicidal attempts were curtailed.

I have always had an interest in writing, even at my worst. Communication was something I gravitated towards as well.

I went to school and held jobs for 10 years before going on disability.

I’m not able to work today, and I have been disabled for the past 20 years.

People don’t always get it, and basically, I no longer care.

I don’t owe anyone an explanation outside of what I am willing to share.

Today, my strengths are still writing and communicating. And, I am still ill.

Yes, life is difficult for me, but it is solely up to me and members of my support team to make it livable.

Also, I refuse to minimize the suffering of anyone with a chronic mental health condition. Whenever possible, we need to support one another and “speak aloud” our truths.

Thanks for reading.