I've spent the whole evening reading your diaries with great pleasure. It surprised that that even though we have lived totaly different lives, we have quite a lot in common in our attitudes! I felt especially close to you in your entry "I'm not mentally ill" - it felt like you described my own feelings! I had the exact same problems in life with other people calling me insane because I couldn't keep a job for long time just because I didn't feel I can be myself there. More than that, my mother (RIP) has taken me to psychiatrists that tagged me as a manic depressive or having ADHD disorder.
Some of them also said I behave like this because I used to be a heroin addict. But the truth was, that I didn't see these things like most people. I couldn't appreciate the "normal life" people live, and going to the same work everyday as such a gift because we all live only once, and I can do so much more to contribute than kill my time in an office or a factory. Even in when I studied in professional school, I felt like they teach me how to be someone else that "would sell better". I hope you understand what I mean.
I started it when I was 17, it became worse after my mother's death when I was 18, and I truly lost myself in it, because I had no family and no one to take care of me. 5 years of addiction with endless tries to quit seemed like forever to me. And the whole time people said to me "why can't you just be normal?".. So you can imagine how surprised I was that exactly on the "lowest point", when I had no home and family and I was a backpacker in a foreign country, it was suddenly possible for me to quit, be happy and keep it that way. Just because I felt free and had hope for the future.
Love,
Karen