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Mental illness is a ridiculous label. It makes people feel more safe, like they can't be absorbed by psychosis and lose themselves forever. That may happen. I can attest to that (at least up to now).
I don't care (much). I don't need to call it a disease. I transformed completely and have for the most part accepted the new me. There is no more I that was left untouched. Just my behaviour to counteract all these difficulties and the confusion and find a way of expression and displacement, a personality.
But for some it might be best to "believe" in the illness story.
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Mania kills cells. Brain cells die. Memories become more reduced conceptually, making more efficient use of limited means. Memories shape our reality. Our memories are more or less split in two by abstractions, conceptual reductions. Mood states with memories, concepts, attached. Memories of pain and those of joy. It causes instability, changeability. Fearing that will leave an emptiness between pain and joy and a greater divide.
See Me, Feel Me, Touch Me, Heal Me.
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