So...I've started on a quest, a meager start, but a start never the less. I have a vision to bring my truth about mental health recovery to the person I was when it "hit" me. I want to take it to my back yard and to the college age people who so often fall prey at that crucial time in life. I am petitioning HBCU's to see if they would like me to speak to their students about mental health recovery. If nothing else, I have made them aware of the problem. And, I feel good about that. Something good has to come out of all this pain.
on another note: I am so glad I have the therapist and doctor that I have. They never think I'm delusional when I tell them the things I want and need to do. Even though no other projects have worked out yet, I have to follow my heart, my dreams, my goal...I'll never survive this if I don't.
