Anonymous has left a new comment on your post "Who's fault is it anyway?":
Has God left your consciousness? How did you survive all of that? Surely your isolation was part of this delusional state. You may debate whether or not God carried you through but you cannot debate that I helped carry you through... after every beer you were slung over my shoulder... I drove you to hospitals, I force fed you and got you hopping mad through all my bossiness. I'd do it all again twice. I don't need thanks. You were able to write this blog, that's more than enough thanks for me. I can't imagine how hard it all was but I know there were always people who looked after you and loved you - always there was God working through whomever was closest to you at the time. "Who's fault is it anyway?" It was your cross to bear and I dare say you're still bearing it. One thing I've always admired about you is that you've never bared this cross silently. We may never know how many people you've helped by doing that.
Because this is anonymous I am not certain who wrote this. The response was for "Who's Fault is it Anyway?" But I feel it belonged in the Shout Out.
I will address the God issue brought up here first. How I feel about the practice of Religion is irrelevant here. Mental Health Illness has NO boundaries. It affects people of all Race's, Faith's, Gender's, Cultures, Sexual orientation's..... There is no limit to whom/when Mental Illness can occur. 1 in 4 Canadians have it. So, It is my belief that every person has their own unique way of coping. By bringing in conversations about religion, the message becomes lost in the debate of "Who's God?" or "the existence of God". My message is about Stigma and Judgment. I tell my story because I know that any person who is going through or has gone through or has seen someone go through mental illness, can relate to what I am revealing. If I can get people to feel less alone, they may talk about their illness more. The more people there are who can talk the more stigma and judgment can be erased. When I am so open and honest, I hope that it brings confidence and relevance to the lives of others.
In saying that, Yes, God has helped. And you're right so did you. And again you are right, I did/do have many supporters and loved ones. How did I survive though? Well at the core of my survival was that failure to survive was not an option. Second to that basic need are the people in my life. I said in my shout out yesterday that My life would be all the more lost without these people. I honestly could not count the number of people who cared. And, there really are no words to extend gratitude - especially to those who went unacknowledged and cared none the less. It is not at all an easy task to help those of us who are chronically battling these disorders. I know that I can be a stubborn bitch, mean and snarly. I can be way way over dramatic and then lose sight of the big picture. I have been over the top and close to catatonic. I have felt unworthy of help, love or hope, and so pushed people away. But you my friends, have stood by none the less. I am not what I would consider a popular person. I do however, have a selection of angelic people who have saved me time and time again.
Another massive shout out to those who cared for my daughter. Everybody from her daycare and her teachers and the boys and girls club. Everybody who has taken her into their hearts and homes. I have been adamant and consistent about ensuring she has always felt loved, no matter how far gone I am. You all have given my little girl a fair chance in life and together we have raised and really great kid! She has take in all of your values and is becoming a young lady who is coming into her own beautifully. Your love for her has saved her time and time again as well.
asking for your help was tough, needing your help was tougher, but receiving your help has been a grace.
THANK YOU. (saying thank you is easy).
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