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Mental Illness

I just recently discovered that a friend of mine has been diagnosed with a bizarre mix of a mental illness.

I had to look this up:

The definition of mental illnesses

A mental disorder or mental illness is a psychological or behavioural pattern that occurs in an individual and is thought to cause distress or disability that is not expected as part of normal development or culture. The recognition and understanding of mental health conditions has changed over time and across cultures, and there are still variations in the definition, assessment, and classification of mental disorders, although standard guideline criteria are widely accepted. Over a third of people in most countries report meeting criteria for the major categories at some point in their life. The causes are often explained in terms of a diathesis-stress model and biopsychosocial model. Services are based in psychiatric hospitals or in the community, and mental health professionals diagnose individuals by various methods, often relying on observation and questioning in interview. Psychotherapy and psychiatric medication are two major treatment options as are social interventions, peer support and self-help. In some cases there may be involuntary detention and involuntary treatment where legislation allows. Stigma and discrimination add to the suffering associated with the disorders, and various social movements campaign for change.

Now, my friend here has a combination of (and I appologize if this is wrong) a bipolar disorder that includes schizophrenia, a social anxiety disorder, and a personality disorder that takes the cake. To better understand her situation, I had to look some things up. Like for instance, what bipolar meant (really high happiness that drops to crying in the bathroom for no appearant reason), and then I had to look up the anxiety part (some rough stuff here boy, let me tell you! and of course I know what schizophrenia means, who don't! right? But to add all this stuff up? I mean, wow! Now I think I understand some of her reasoning. I had to go through about a million pages and then talk to her too. I had a lot of questions to ask, but now I understand. I don't know what she is taking, not yet. She won't reveal that one to me, I understand. I just wish that she would have more confidence in herself. But anyhow, I think I researched enough information on her to understand her situation. Time for dinner, I think I will make pancakes for the house (who said breakfast was just for the morning?) Dinnertime! chef YUM!

Oh well...

Just another day come and gone.
I wish I could do more.
No, I'm not trying to perform self-pity; I'm just doing a quick jot of how I'm emotionally doing.

For one, I worry about my weight (who doesn't?).
For two, I worry about kids these days (Not like they were twenty years ago)
For *whatever number I'm on now*
I just found out that having a mental disability can be passed down (not a hand-me-down you'd want).

I have to go to bed.
This old body of mine can't stay up much longer.
Good Night

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