It's not fair to compare phsyically disabled people to Bp. No one expects a man with no legs to walk. No one expects someone in a wheelchair to climb three flights of stairs. But that's not the case with mental illness. With mental illness, we are expected to fall within the norm of things, and we are looked upon with shameful eyes when we can not perform to the expectations of the norm.

I guess we are going to have to agree to disagree about this. If it really was okay for me to be who I really am I would have never had to reach out for help. It would have been okay. But it wasn't. and I wasn't. So now, yeah, I feel that those things that I reached out for help about are bad. Because if they werent, then why did I need the help?

So yeah, the ups are bad for me and the down is bad for me. I can't accept and enjoy something that is bad like that. I am also quitting smoking right now. That too is like the same thing. It is bad and I can't enjoy it anymore, I know it will kill me before my girls get married. I smoked two packs a day and I was really feeling the effects of it. It was restricting my breathing something aweful and I know two people now that have died due to complications with smoking at the rate that I was.

But I can't quit Bp. I feel the same way about bp as I do smoking. How could I not. It's an illness.

I didn't mean for this thread to get out of hand. I really thought others felt this way too. I'll stop now.