Pictured are two of my great nephews, Kaleb and Brice. Brice turned 3 on December 27th. We had his 3rd birthday party at my sister's house (his grandmother). It seems like he was just born and now he is three years old already! My how time flies anymore! He is the most precious little boy. I was babysitting him not too long ago and one of my cats, Fonzie, was lying on my bed. Fonzie almost always has a surly face like somebody peed in his cheerios or something. Brice took one look at that grouchy face and then looked at me and said, "Can't we make him happy?" I rolled on that one. :) Toooooo funny!
It is hard to put into words what it is like to have a mental breakdown. Not only is it hard to try and describe what it is like, but it is hard to talk about because you fear how people are going to react to you. So many mentally ill people have to deal with the stigma attached to the words mental illness, and end up being treated like they have leprosy. While it isn’t easy to tell my story, I feel compelled to do so. First of all, writing is therapy for me, but I also feel like it will let others like me know that they are not alone. Perhaps, it may even help family and friends understand what it is like to live inside the mind of someone who is mentally ill, and what it is like to have a breakdown. I have been hospitalized a total of three times due to mental breakdowns. When I was much younger, they were called nervous breakdowns, I prefer the newer term. As for what it is like, I will do my best to try and explain. Believe me, if you have never suffered from one, you...
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