I struggled for a long time attempting to separate "the non-ill me" from the "ill me." Then I realized there is only one me with all the different components that make up my personality.

If I could go back and do it all over, I would not take away my illness(es). Sure, I could do without the long months of debilitating depression, but here's what I love:

I have gotten to experience thoughts and emotions in a way that others have not.

My moods and impulsiveness, although obviously troublesome at times also contribute to me being a fun, energetic, yet low key, unique, funny, entertaining, and highly creatively person.

I could never do what I am doing (going to school to become a psychologist) have the understanding and passion for the field and for helping others, if I did not go through my own experiences.

I appreciate life, at times, with the wonder of a child. Because I lost a few years of my life (ages 17-21) to severe panic attacks and agorophobia, and have lost a considerable amount of time to depression, I tend to laugh harder, look at things with a better appreciation for their beauty, allow music to touch me deeper, take less things for granted.

My creativity is fueled by the emotional experiences that result from my illness. My art and poetry would not be the same otherwise.

I think it would be great of others could complete "I love my mental illness because..." C'mon it's good for you!