People have no clue because they haven't been through the wringer like we all have. They try to sympathize for a moment, but they just don't know. But when we persist because we feel that they just don't get it, they get defensive and turns on us.

My family has disowned me and chalked me up to crazy. My present family thinks I'm crazy. Nobody will get it as much as I champion the cause, then they accuse me of being crazy. I quit.

All I want to do is just cry and melt away to nothingness. It's just me and some of y'all because I got to fight some here and there also. I think MI is the loneliest illness. If I had cancer or something else terminal (not knocking cancer because it's awfully the worst), there would be a genuine concern because they can get it, but MI is not.