Sharing My Diagnosis With Friends

Yesterday I met a friend for breakfast in Mountain View, and then went to my therapy appointment afterward. While we were eating breakfast, I was debating whether to tell my friend about my diagnosis, my blog and my book. I wasn’t sure what she would think, so as we were leaving, I wrote down my website on a piece of scrap paper, and told her she could read my blog if she was interested. I didn’t tell her specifically what it was about. That evening, she wrote me a very nice email saying she had read my blog, and that she thought I was a very strong person. She was very supportive, and I was glad I decided to share my diagnosis with her, even though I didn’t tell her directly. Telling someone you have a mental illness can be risky. You never know how the other person will react. I have been very fortunate. I have a very loving and supportive family, as well as a strong network of friends. I always have someone to talk to!

My therapy went well. I told my therapist that John and I had a good time in Washington. I told her that I had really made an effort to ignore the voices, and not respond to what they said. I found that I do much better this way, rather than trying to make sense of what they say, or trying to come to an agreement. She said she thinks that I am making good progress by ignoring the voices, and not letting them affect me. She still wants me to keep my Thought Record, so I’m going to continue with it.

Earlier this morning, the voices told me that they promised they would be quiet if I would do something that they wanted me to do. I never heard what it was they wanted me to do, but I couldn’t imagine that they ever would be quiet, regardless of what I did or didn’t do. I’m going to do some more writing today, and tomorrow is the weekend!

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