Imagination is a wonderful thing. The mind can fathom almost anything the heart is willing to believe. For instance, I wanted a way to help others understand the anguish someone with mental and emotional issues goes thru and thru the power of imagination, I was able to create the story of Becka Lassiter and her journey to herself. Up until the most recent events, Becka's existance has been a random series of occurances. She awakens to find herself "Knee Deep in Crazy" andd has to face some harsh realitiies to make it back to higher ground.
I too know the pain of emotional disablity. I was treated for PTSD and believe me, I had to come to some harsh realities. Achieving clarity is no easy feat, but if one is willing to accept the past and willing to let go of what happened, it can be done. One thing I noticed during my recovery is that there is a total lack of compassion for someone who is experiencing M/EI. She's crazy, or the one's who take notice to your dimentia like to call out their own personal diagnosis for what you are feeling. This is a form of bullying. Most people will not seek help for their condition because they fear it will stigmatize them and cause a more serious fate. It was certainly the factor in my case. I was sick and afraid to get the help I needed because I feared what others would think of me and how it would affect my lifestyle.
Currently I am residing in Atlanta, Ga where I am looking for ways to help those who are in need of a support system for all those invisible illnesses. I intend to use every resource available to bring about a more tolerable environment for the aforementioned to recover.