I cannot get over the fact that there is so much discrimination against people with mental illness! If I told you I had diabetes, would you suddenly get nervous and watch what you say to me. probably not. Mental illness is BAD, we are BAD. I treasure the people I have that accept me for who I am, a real person. To be viewed as anyone else would be. Acceptance is what we need more of. I do not want to have to worry about doing something wrong, to make people think I am unstable. It is almost like I have to be “super sane” so I do not make others uncomfortable. I sit on the couch at night with my husband and I breathe normally for the first time that day. Here I can be me…he loves me unconditionally. Sometimes I laugh, sometimes I cry but if you take the time to look closely, you will find honesty.