I don’t usually use this blog for random musing type things but I think today is going to be an exception. Today, I just want to talk about some of the catalysts that changed how I viewed my life and past in general.
I spent about 15 years undiagnosed and lived a pretty rough existence during that time. There were times I would come back, crash with family, and level off. But every time I went out and tried to get some shit accomplished on my own my brain would just rocket all over the place. The tally is about 7 suicide attempts, college, 25ish jobs, 2 engagements, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, living in a Detroit ghetto; and a bunch of shit that isn’t coming to mind at the moment.
Then I got my diagnosis and I started to look at my past. Everything started making more sense. I did very well for myself and in jobs when I was well. It took diagnosis for me to realize that the unwell periods are when I tore everything to the ground. I’d not only burn my bridges, but I’d defecate on the ashes, whip my dick out to whoever was on the other side, and feel damned fine doing it. That was the illness.
I went through a period where I mourned a lot of the things that the Disorder cost me. There were so many opportunities I had in front of me that I could not capitalize on because I ended up tearing them all down. I felt bad about past relationships because none of the women I’ve been involved with have been the superficial or flaky types. None of those relationships failed from lack of love or affection. Instead, it was mostly my insanity that created the gaps that ended them. I was afraid of what my future was going to look like since I had been unable to build anything of real use from 17 to almost 30.
But then I stumbled on a particular career path- a Peer Specialist. Peer Specialists are people who have recovered from things like alcoholism, drug addiction, and mental illness who are trained to assist other people who are going through the same issues. It’s a fairly new discipline but several of the ideas are present in groups like Alcoholics Anonymous. The idea that there is no person better suited to help than someone who has already lived it.
In the case of the Peer Specialist, the binding motto is- “Doctors are best suited to treat the illness. Peer Specialists are best suited to treat the person.” And that’s to take nothing away from medical professionals that actually strive to do their jobs well and help people. However, I am confident that a vast majority of us can easily recall bad experiences with medical professionals who either didn’t know what they were talking about or just didn’t give a shit. It’s a profession like any other. Some people are going to be good, most mediocre, and some terrible.
I was able to find a lot of internal peace with myself, my past, and my future upon learning of this profession. All of those years of drug abuse, alcohol abuse, and insanity weren’t just lost. It was my education. It was my college and my graduate school. All of that negativity can be turned to something positive that I can use to help other people that really need it and are ready for it.
I spent a lot of years wondering where I was going to end up in the future- if I was going to wind up homeless or giving into those dark thoughts to kill myself. It wasn’t until I realized that my pain had value in itself that I started to find peace with myself. I threw off my desire to be perceived or accepted as “normal”. I embraced who I truly was.
And who am I? I am a Type 2 Bipolar. I’m a mostly regular guy who wants to see people have happier lives. I learned that acceptance from the “normals” is entirely irrelevant from the gangbangers, hustlers, and criminals I lived around in Detroit. For every one “hardcore mutha fucka” there were more that absolutely hated their position in life, didn’t want to be there, but had no way to escape.
This was best illustrated in an article I read a couple months back. The headline was something to the effect of “Poll Reveals Gangmembers Prefer Work Over Crime”. Now, for those of you that do not understand why that poll is retarded; let’s look at a couple quick facts. Average life expectancy of a gangmember is 25. Being in a gang means your life is going to progress on one of three avenues- the hospital, prison, or death.
Ignore the word gangmember and just think for a minute. Would you, or anyone you know, want to be in a profession that will absolutely end in death, jail, or the hospital most likely by 25? Fuck, no! Would you want to be in a position where you got to bury your friends and family members on a regular basis? No one does! The idea that a majority want that life is -fucking stupid-.
These things taught me humility. I’m not fucking important in this world and no matter how bad my shit is someone always has it worse. But I’m not stupid enough to think I can change the world. My goal is to just leave the life of the person I’m interacting with in a better state than I found it. That’s it. That’s the core of my approach towards life, towards myself, and chasing happiness.
And I’m not saying that everyone can or should be helped. I’ve met some pretty terrible people both in the ghetto and just in my general walk of life. I’ve dealt with a couple mentally ill people I would never trust or even extend a hand of friendship to because of their borderline criminal, dangerous mentalities.
But those people are relatively few and far between. They aren’t the norm by any means.
The primary point I want you to take away from this post is this- don’t be ashamed or afraid of the path you’ve walked so far. There are many ways to turn a really negative life into something positive. It may take some time, the road ahead may be completely unclear; but that doesn’t mean it’s not there.
And if you’re interested in possibly pursuing a career as a Peer Specialist; you should know that Social Security will pay for training through their vocational rehab program (provided you’re in). The training and the certification process are only about 40 hours. It differs from state to state. If you’re not on SS, a lot of times the entity that hires you will pay for the training. (Every example I’ve seen has been that they do; but I obviously can’t know every policy.)
Be good to yourself. Be a bit kinder to yourself. And don’t hesitate to say “I understand” to someone who’s struggling. You’ll meet some very interesting people. I know I have!
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