Mental Illness and Me
Mental illness has followed me around like some puppy. It has always been with me since I was a young child.
When I was young I would play dress ups. I would find a quiet place somewhere outside and pretend I was someone famous.
I didn’t have a lot of friends that were good for me. I was bullied at school.
Some would say I was a loner. I kept to myself a lot.
I was the youngest of 5 children. My family was loud and raucous. A typical European family. We know how to have fun!
My father was Italian, German, Czech. Mum is Maltese.
My parents fought a lot when I was little. But this was the generation. We sorted out our problems by yelling. 😊
I miss those days.
Big families and arguments. Where has the time gone? We sorted out our problems by arguing and talking about it. At least our problems were solved.
Mum took me to church at a young age. I also learnt biblical teaching at Sunday school. Church was my escape. My connection to the Holy Spirit started early.
My father was a complex man. He was a typical genius. Crazy some days, calm the next.
Dad was always thinking. Thinking about this and thinking about that. He solved and calculated things in his head very quickly. Beats me how he did it. But I’m not a man.
My father loved me. This I know. He loved us all. He just had a funny way of showing it.
Mum and Dad were in love. They were my role model for a lasting marriage.
Marriages were different when I was a child. No matter what happened. You stayed together. You sorted it out and you didn’t leave. Simple!
I’ve been in love once or twice. But love is hard to come by. It’s not easy. It’s hard.
Love grows you up. It affects your mind, body and soul. It’s a connection to another realm.
Love is spiritual. It’s complex and simple at the same time. Love grows and love fades.
Dad was a hard nut to crack. I remember Mum said that at his funeral. She didn’t understand him. But she loved him.
Dad made us all laugh. He was our rock in an unstable world. He was a wise old owl, I bet nobody ever told him that though.
Dad was a collector. He collected stamps from all around the world. He had quite a fine collection too. He has inspired me to collect. I collect Gemstones.
He built a 24 foot timber boat in our backyard. That was unheard of back in those days. We don’t know how he did it. But he did.
He was creative yet sad at the same time. He was happy but angry. Dad was just Dad. He was just a man. He was a good man that provided for his family.
Mum was a saint. How she put up with all us kids and a genius, is beyond me.
Dad wasn’t easy to live with. He was demanding and strict.
Mum always used grace and humility when dealing with all us kids. She was the backbone of the family. Without her, it would have all fallen apart.
She knew how to defuse arguments and keep us fixed. She kept the family unit together.
My mother taught me how to stand up for what I believe in.
The 10 Commandments
- You shall have no other gods before or besides Me.
- You shall not make yourself any graven image [to worship it].
- You shall not use or repeat the name of the Lord your God in vain.
- [Earnestly] remember the Sabbath day, to keep it Holy.
- Honour your Mother and Father.
- You shall not commit murder.
- You shall not commit adultery.
- You shall not steal.
- You shall not witness falsely against your neighbour.
- You shall not covet your neighbour’s house, your neighbour’s wife.
Life should be simple, but we make it hard.
Love should be simple, but we overcomplicate it.
Let’s pretend we live in a perfect world where Jesus [Jehovah] walks among us.
We need the dreamers. Without them life is dull.
Proverbs 15:7 “The lips of the Wise disperse knowledge [sifting it as chaff from the grain]; not so the minds and hearts of the self-confident and foolish.”