got a case of the crazies?

So I was chatting with my roommate and turns out that the government within my state is attempting to remove some psych mess from their Medicaid coverage list. Now I'm not exactly thrilled to find out my Abilify might be removed from my list cause it's kind of a miracle drug for me. A year ago I was a complete mess and with its addition to my meds I am proud to say I'm well adjusted for the first time in my entire life.

The thing that was the straw that broke the camel's back last year was the break up with S. I won't give it all the credit though. Turns out my mother and Logan get the lion's share of the blame. So what happened? I went a little bat shit and ended up in a psychiatric intensive outpatient program that in all reality saved my life. I learned coping mechanisms that my mother should have taught me and made some amazing friends who I love immensely. I know a lot of people who believe this was a horrible and traumatic experience for me, but that's the thing: it wasn't. I learned things, I gained confidence and I was forced to accept my condition and the realities of it. It was exactly the experience I needed.

I guess what bothers me most is that so few people bother to really understand mental illness. It's generally greeted by the masses with a great deal of fear that is unwarranted in most cases. I take my meds and sure sometimes they stop working, but I definitely try to avoid that and accept that that's just part of the whole condition. I just wish I had more people in my life who understood all of this and who want to be supportive.