I must admit I do find my mental illness to be tragically beautiful, for multiple reasons. It's not beautiful in a stereotypical sense, though, and I think the tragic part is self-explanatory. There are so many things that I understand and feel as a result of my damaged, atypical mind. Ten ordinary lives likely don't contain as much experience as I have had in under 30 years of life. But in the end, all that wisdom is only for the person who experienced such things, it goes with them into the dark, it cannot be shared. Which might beg the question, "Was it worth it, was it ever worth anything at all?" I think the answer is very personal. For me, the answer is yes.