For those of you who are awake this morning (or this evening, for my Aussie and other readers), here’s a brief Sunday morning rant for you.
I was talking to a patient on camera last night and he made the statement that I hear, in its various permutations, many times over the course of a week.
“Well, Doc, you know I’m ADHD, and so concentration has never been an easy thing for me.”
Substitute anything else for ADHD. Go ahead. Try it. I’ll wait.
See how that works?
“I’m a depressive.”
“I’m a psychotic.”
Time out! Stop this!
If you have a mental illness of any stripe, you are NOT your disease.It does not define you. It is not the sum total of your existence. It does not put a stamped sign on your forehead that announces to the world that you are suffering every time you walk into a room.
I know, I know, this is a little thing, but believe me, I notice it and you should too. I have a couple of friends who are word people and words matter, people!
If you have a mental illness like bipolar disorder, or if you have a medical illness like cancer, diabetes, or lupus, you are still you.
Don’t ever forget that.
The disease may cause you great pain and suffering, it may alter your lifestyle, and it may cause you problems with jobs and relationships. It may even kill you one day. Still and all, it is a disease. It’s a thing to be evaluated and diagnosed and treated and managed, so that you may go about your life the way you want to.
You have my permission to live your life to the fullest in spite of your illness, not declare your life over because of it.
I feel better.
That needed to be said today.
Enjoy your Sunday, my friends.