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Originally Posted by TheSadGirl
The key here is that I don't care. I need to be me and this is the type of person that I am. I tried for so long to be someone else and it's exhausting. I was committed to hospital in September. My husband posted on my Facebook and a bunch of people came to see me. They accepted me as is and those are the only friends I want.
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i keep no secrets about my mental illness; i'm retired, 71 yrs. of age so i don't have fear of losing a job or losing my hubby of 32 years; i'm a regular at our health club across the street from where we live and i sign up for particular classes in the morning; most know if i've had a bad nite and didn't sleep, i'm not at the club at the usual time and the more open i am about my mental illness, the more open (from my personal experience) several people have been about having a bipolar parent, sibling, or child. i'm a terrific empathic friend and i've eliminated more people because of their toxicity than i've been eliminated because of my mental illness...but everyone has to choose his own path as far as deciding who to tell....but at my age, i care little about what those insignificant people think because i'm honest and authentic.