Why is mental illness such a secret? There is no shame. Folks don't whisper when they have breast cancer. I ask that you are treated like all people with an illness, with dignity and respect. I am letting go of labels and learning self respect.

What we experience makes us who we are; what we believe makes us who we are today. Like water in a brook, all the energy is flowing inside of me.

Define your life as it works for you. It's like a painting; not everyone has to like it. Remember: Love yourself.

What rejuvenates you? What makes you continue life's process? Love? Music? Nature? Family? My fertilizer is nature. When I walk through the park there always is some experience that makes me understand life a little better. It may be a dead tree going...

A new day, A new place (mentally); A smile on my face. Blessings to you!