See, those two words (apology accepted) would mean so much to me, if I could honestly say them to Beth. Sure, I have messed with her, but I have never outright lied to shed public disapproval upon her character or value as a human being as she has so flippantly done to me. What I have done is to blow off steam that otherwise might carry over into my day to day life.
I made a serious effort to convey a period of my life where my own bout with mental illness gained enough of a foothold to make me consider *gasp* suicide. The post was entitled LOCUST STREET.
I wholeheartedly suggest that you, and anyone else, anonymous or for real, read it and you may gain some valuable insights.
It's funny how closely people pay attention to the dumb shit around here, but when someone writes something deep and meaningful.........nothing, but I do applaud this here particular anonymous raindrop's effort to do a little research on me. Also for what it's worth, I have been more afraid of any backlash concerning using a trusted icon of childhood innocence holding a .44 magnum in a twisted attempt at Valentines Day Greetings than anything else l may have written or implied.
And lastly, I know what I know about mental illness through personal experience above all else. I've been there, paid my dues through the loss of my most of my twenties and thirties, and yet I was a burden to no one. I was placed in Straight because my family was afraid of me. They said I had a 'bad attitude' and to the uneducated
I was everything they said I was. Had I been given proper treatment at 15, who knows what I would have become?
The hard cold reality is this; I did not recieve proper treatment until I was 25 years old. Ten years wasted, and then thanks to budget cuts, another 13 years went by before I really tackled the problem for good, but all that time I plugged along and worked, and supported myself and an uncaring government, until a series of circumstances forced my being awarded Disability Benefits after 23 years of struggling to be accepted in a world where some asshole talking on a cellular phone while driving, can snuff my life like a candle. And what about Beth, do any of the rest of you have the courage to go the distance it would take to have her Baker Acted? I do, I've done it before, and I've done it out of love. The law was created because people who are not in their right mind still deserve a chance, even after using all the ones we have given them already. I'll knock off the comedy when I'm damn good and ready raindrop, you don't mean shit to me. I walk out the door and there are thousands upon millions just like you falling from the sky, just a momentary discomfort.
