I’m still adjusting to my parents living out of state. It’s been almost two weeks since they moved. They have a potential buyer for my childhood house. So almost all of my ties to the village I grew up in are gone. Almost all of my childhood friends moved out of state. My grandparents are dead. And I think all the old teachers I had are now retired. My twenty year high school reunion will be next summer. I don’t know if I’m going. I didn’t go the ten or fifteen year ones. I guess after years of fighting mental illness, my high school years seem like someone else’s life. Needless to say I didn’t accomplish most of my goals I made when I was a teenager. But I don’t know how you plan for a mental illness. I had to figure things out as I went. Spent several years wandering in the dark making tons of mistakes. At this point in life, I’m happy to be here and coherent. I could have easily wound up in prison or dead by this point. I guess I’m proud that I didn’t fall through the cracks in the system and become a statistic. Yes, much has changed since I left my childhood home.
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I write about my experiences with mental illness and life in general. I am also currently under going 'lifestyle changes' (I hate the term 'dieting' as it's sounds so temporary) and have lost 70 pounds since spring 2014. I've put my poetry and novel writing on lower priority since I started losing weight and blogging more seriously. View all posts by alifeofmentalillness