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Originally Posted by LifeInProgress
I often refer to my friends as refugees from the breakfast cereal aisle. A bunch of fruits, flakes and nuts.
And of course the old chestnut "I don't suffer from mental illness. I enjoy every minute of it."
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This reminds me of when my Dad, who has been negative to me my whole life and is forever reminding me I'm not good enough, and knows about my struggles with depression, calls me crazy. I say: "I might be, but I'm not the only one!"