So it is a burden on my heart and need to share my opinion which I believe is truth that the way people look and treat people with mental illness and addiction is flawed in our society. My birth mother was a diagnosed Schizophrenic and heavy crystal meth abuser. Her diseases definitely had a genetic influence on how I would have to deal with my reality and life. First off people their is no such thing as mental illness. Mental illness is really the affect of experience, substance abuse, genetics, society and flawed treatment. Its disease if anything illness connotates a negative connotation. To identify a person's mind with a "diagnosis" which all have wide varieties is ignorant for not being physically and experiencing that way of how the person really thinks and endures the world. We need to love people for who they are and treat them with love. It is not irony that I have battled with stamina and focusing trouble my entire life. It was the affect of my birth mother's abuse on methamphetamines. My mind would ever crave substance that helped stimulate thinking. I went on Adderall for 6 months and finally felt like I could think the way I wanted to and probably what was normal to most people. But I realized I was just carrying over my birth mother's addiction into my life and decided to give it up. It is a struggle for me everyday to find the stimulation and stamina to take on life, but I fight the struggle so I can kill this disease and not pass it on to my children and have them burden it as well. We shouldn't treat people with this burden like they are burn-outs or fuck ups. We should treat them that carry a disease that needs help fixing. Point being it is not just irony that serves coincidence in my old favorite saying of drug use. "If your going to get high, my as well be up for the ride." I battled with cocaine addiction for 6 years and I finally came to the revelation it was killing me. It killed my wallet, it killed my love, it killed my friendships and it killed my personality. But I was never crazy. I was not a number, 5150. (51+50=101) Just one off from being 100 percent perfect. Well yeah it worked in my favor. I'm taking this way of thinking back to truth. If it wasn't for marijuana which was my saving grace and the way of life of Rastafari I would have never learned to instill self discipline and would have lost my life to addiction. Legalize it! It will bring peace to the minds that need it. For every person who has walked in these shoes it only makes you stronger. Overcome it with me. A natural high was always JAH cure.
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