Mental Health Support

With me the very first thing that flies out the window is my ability to judge my own mental state.

My obsessive-depressed-paranoid black hole-in-hell becomes my reality.

I need people around who will convince me to seek help, or even drag me out of the cold kicking and screaming if it's that bad.

I never want to be my crazy grandma dragged out of her home by police and paramedics kicking, screaming, cussing, kicking, hitting, and biting, a danger to herself and others.

I'm not saying you'd ever be anything close to that, but this adventure is never anything you want to do alone.

Somewhere along I built a support system. Otherwise there is a crazy homeless guy in me, living in his car in a church parking lot.

I've done that and I don't want to do it again.