I’m an individual of extremes. I’m a psychiatric nurse, living with clinical depression. I’m a father of three beautiful children. But I no longer have a relationship with them. I’ve been a victim of domestic abuse, but I am a man. I co-founded an international non-profit organisation, with representatives in the British Government and the Canadian Senate. But sometimes I can’t find the energy to get out of bed. I am a vegan. But I also have a sense of humour.
I have a lot of sadness in my life. But I consider myself fortunate in that I will always attempt to find the smallest glimmer of hope in the darkest of scenarios.
In terms of graduating from the University of Life, I got some grades, but a Masters in none. I was going to study History. But I was told there’s no future in it.
I would never wish it upon anyone, but walk a day in my shoes, unmedicated. Then judge me.
A couple of days ago I either run out of my medication or someone stole them. I suspect a friend of maybe stealing them. I would ask him, but he’s prone to lying. Well, if he did steal my anti-depressants I hope he’s happy now.
Running out of psychotropic medication is a wake-up call. A reminder of how far you’ve come. I wouldn’t advise anyone to purposely run out of medication just to give yourself a metaphorical pat on the back. But if you live a similar life, be sure to view these acute episodes of mental illness as mere obstacles, not dead-ends. There is always a way around an obstacle. At the end of a dead-end is the end.
Stay strong. Stand tall. Love those you cherish. And live the best life you can.
For K, Mum and Dad. Who taught me how to ride Life without stabilizers.