I don't mean to add fuel to the argument, but there is a photo posted on facebook by my sister which shows me eating chocolate cake while visiting my son at a camp overnight, which involved taking a boat to an island, packing a dinner and putting on a mask of stability. At the time this photo was taken, I had agreed to check myself in to the hospital, but told my therapist I wanted to see my son at camp before I went. The next morning, I packed a small bag and went to the ER for severe depression with sui thoughts.

There are several photos of me on facebook, all of them smiling and happy (or so the world would think. I have learned to make even a fake smile look genuine by using my eyes.)

Other than that, I am in a phase of my life where there is just no way I can work. Even if I am granted disability, I have the right to enjoy family time and look forward to vacations. Disability is not a jail sentence, depression and bipolar is enough of a sentence for me. I plan to enjoy the good days, even if I do go on disability.

I do understand that everyone has different ideas of what disabled means, so I write this post with all due respect to everyone here.