I am writing this morning about helping others. I personally get a charge out of helping others. I also enjoy being part of an elite crowd of people who believe in themselves enough to find their place in life, in a world where they feel unwanted and unsafe a lot of the time. I walk around sometimes with my head down hoping people won't ask me anything or talk to me because I know how they perceive mental illness. I have learned from past experience that those who judge me because of my mental illness have the problem not me.
Those who judge me for having a brain dysfunction, 1) usually have an issue or two themselves that they are hiding and don't want to face up to. 2) have no idea what mental illness really is. They think it is mental retardation. I think these people, most of whom are supposed to be educated people, need to listen and take heed. 3) third, they don't want to be around us because they are afraid it will rub off on them. like a disease. You don't know how many times my own family has made me feel this way. Not meaning to I am sure, but out of ignorance to the facts of mental illness.
That, along with so many other things is my motivation for helping others. I will probably live out the rest of my days doing so as long as I am able.
I don't have a car so it is hard for me to get to people sometimes but prayer goes a long way. I also, have ways of getting where I need to get to and usually do a pretty good job of being there for folks. I am a friend to all and helping others is what i am good at. I love it!
Vanessa
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