How Many?

Here, there and everywhere that the mentally ill are shunned and are passed over for better things- jobs, promotions: the very things we need in life to help keep us even. They say we're too unstable, wishy washy, undependable, unreliable, nuts, crazy so no one wants us. We get rejected time and again yet we still try. Why?We have something to give willingly. Yea, we give up a lot, but we also learn a lot and pick ourselves up a lot more than the normal folk of the world. We would make good employees, those promotions we would serve them well, we're willing to take those opportunities at being productive people.Sure, we're not always happy go lucky and positive as those who have bypassed would want, but there's a lot more good in us others refuse to even search for.We're dealing with constant chaotic monsters living within our very minds. We have much bigger burdens than normals. Yet we're expected to cope well and act, look, think and feel normal at all times.No listens and no one cares. Except when we get in their hair. No wonder there are so many people having breakdowns. Way too much is put on us and we simply have limits which are not to be crossed at any time.I would have made a good this or that had I been given the chance.

I was commenting to AG, Laart and PV when I realized I had a worthwhile entry for once...

I wonder ... how many steps back do we have to take before we're accepted?

How many years of our life do we need to fight before we're finally heard, accepted and given chances?

How many struggles do we need to endure before we win a fight against society? How many blogs will I go through before someone who is in a position to help change things will?

How many friends will we lose before we find that one best friend who has learned who we really are and accepts us fully?

How many times will we cry ourselves to sleep before someone hears and wipes our tears?

How many times will we attempt suicide and fail, only to have that one final success before someone realizes the loss of us?

How many times do we really need to ask for the help we know is out there for others before it finally becomes available for us too? When it's too late?

How many illness episodes will we have before society accepts mental disorders for the illnesses they truly are and wakes up and accepts them as they do cancer, heart disease, even AIDS?

How many sleepless nights will we endure before someone finally cares and rocks us to sleep? How many more illnesses will be accepted before mental illness, too, is accepted?

How many people who are in a position to help make a difference won't read my words because they're above them? -OR- How many will actually read my words and won't see them written by a worthwhile person, but see someone whom they believe to belong in the dregs of society?

How many hypocritical and judgemental people are in the world anyway?

How many people with lesser experience and qualifications will get our jobs, promotions, etc because those who make the choice chose not to choose to really see us? How many more questions do I have to ask before someone answers?