As a card-carrying mentalist, I can only say that dealing with mental illness is the single most difficult thing I’ve ever had to do in my life. It continues to be a daily struggle. It is a quagmire of bullshit, a merry-go-round of fuck.
Let’s not sugar-coat anything here. It is quite simply Awful.
I’ve been so lucky to have loving and supportive friends and family and a workplace that understood, was patient and kind and did so much more than anyone could have asked for. These are the things that keep you going. It’s a terrible strain on all your relationships and the pure terror that the people you love are going to give up on you because you’re a nutbar and they’ve had enough can be excruciating.
If I had a dollar for every time I’d thought about topping myself over the last decade I’d be living in a gite in the South of France and drinking Veuve for breakfast.
So hang in there, people with the craziness. And hang in there, loved ones of the brain-mad. We’re all in this together and life, at the very bottom of it, is too crazy and beautiful to give up on.