Sharing Truths About Mental Illness

I spoke with my gal pal last night after writing my most recent blog entry.  It was late and neither of us could sleep.  In fact, the only one enjoying the time on the clock was Charlie, my dog.  I watched him as he twitched and fluttered on the floor.  I imagined filming his slumber with time lapse photography. Add a musical background.  I would love to live in his head,  Charlie's.  Weird dog.

My friend speaks with me in one ear as does Karen Carpenter in the other.  I can do this ... hear her,  listen to music, and follow along.  More is not less here;  noise tames the abstract confusion in my B1polar mind.  

Often my friend is encouraging when I am not.  "Sometimes writing the way I do exposes me too much,"  I fear.  Sometimes it makes me feel  so vulnerable.  A thought reminds me of my promise and my direction,  "perhaps we are "given" this illness to help others, yes?"  Shrouded by the mystery of the mania and madness, it is a truth ... but I  almost laugh out loud.  Laughing comes easy on sanity's line.    


Honestly though, so much experienced can be shared for the wellbeing of others and future generations.  Often I meet parents and patients who have no understanding of the patterns   (trial/error),  potential (remission/recovery) and promise (science/discovery) of  mental illness.  The caregiver shows signs of panic and fear.  I am quiet when they are needy.  I drift in thought; this is why I write my truth, my book, my blog,  they awaken me.  For hope, I write for them; to fulfill my own destiny, I write for me. 


I believe the human mind, still porous in mental unwellness, is hungry for expansion.  These are the experiences of trials and tribulation.  That is what takes us deeper into ourselves, into the Universe and closer to God.  For all of its darkness and suffering in mania, I have seen things naturally that many will never see or understand.  With suicidal tries I have been given a second chance.  Worthy to be shared,  I am a work in progress and after twenty-three years my husband feels simply,  I am never boring.  


"Thoughts, moods, and temperaments are like breath.  Normally a naturally occurring phenomenon, each is evidence of the mind's handiwork.  Expressive and powerful, often running haywire, flawlessly cosmic, comedic by nature or not  - the greatest creation is the mind as it controls senses that are the connection of the body and the life of the soul.   (Excerpt/Introduction: Life Is Like a Line: A Memoir of Moods, Medication, and Mania).   

Cynthia's style of writing is a manifestation of stress and circumstance and the implosion of Bipolar Disorder at forty-eight.  Visit @www.LifeIsLikeaLine.com to obtain a copy of the book (Amazon.com) or to reach Cynthia directly.