A terrorist attack in my city.  I was right there last night.  I am there all the time. I have friends who were there today and witnessed the bombings.  Fortunately, I think everyone I know is safe.  Everyone affected is in my thoughts.  I can’t believe this.

For a really long time, I’ve been very ashamed of the fact that I feel like I need medication to live a functioning, happy, peaceful life.  I’m a very spiritual person, and I do believe that being spiritually misguided and brainwashed by society can result in an experience mimicking symptoms of major depression, bipolar disorder, etc.  Mental illnesses, however, also exist.  Being mentally ill is not being spiritually misguided, it is suffering from a physical disease.  It is a chemical imbalance in the body.

I do believe that mental illness is generally over-diagnosed, and that many people mistake being ‘spiritually misguided’ as being mentally ill, and are pushed medications which mask underlying issues.  I have had my spiritual awakening.  Discovering and tending to that aspect of myself has been so tremendously wonderful and I have grown indescribably.  However, I am also bipolar.  That is a separate issue that can not be treated with my discovery of existence beyond the physical world.  The physical world exists.  I have a physical illness.  I have a chemical imbalance in my brain, and just like any other bodily disease, it needs to be treated appropriately.  What the pharmaceutical industry has manifested as is pretty corrupt, but that does not make pharmaceutical medications inherently evil or useless.  I need medication, and that is ok and valid.