I voluntary checked myself in for help as life became dark and horribly unbearable. The sounds and actual physical sensation of insects gnawing at my brain are what finally drove me to the mental institution Jan. 1, 1987. Life has been a natural progression to wholeness ever since. I am so happy I had the strength and confidence to stop taking the Thorazine the psychiatrist demanded that I could never stop taking. It's been just about 7 years without any legal mind altering substance.
Health is a choice.
I see so many people give up on themselves because of what other people say. I think a lot of it has to do with a person's level of maturity and function prior to the onset of mental illness. I don't think it takes any magic to become healthy. People just need to want it bad enough and live by principles of good health. I work between 48 to 58 hours a week and spend a lot of time with my fiancee.