If anyone thinks having a mental illness is like having a “get out of jail free” card, think again. Mental illness does not absolve you of responsibility for your actions. And people act like there are invisible people, or paranoid like everyone is going to kill them, or they take off all their clothes and walk into the ladies rest room because they truly believe that the people are there, or that other people want to kill them, or that the woman they saw absolutely loves them and wants to jump their bones right then and there.
Crazy people are just trying to deal with a world they is fearsome and awful and makes you think the worst of yourself and not even want to live. Anyone with romantic ideas about it is delusional, and should be hospitalized, themselves. People who opt to spend a day mentally ill have no idea… NO IDEA what they are fucking getting into.
However, if I had to be ill for only a day (oh how I wish it were only a day), I would choose to have what I have, only I would choose to have it on my best manic day, when I am on top of the world and can do anything, and women really do just eat out of my hand. If only that could go on and on and on, but unfortunately, the mind is soon drained of whatever was making it work well, and then what follows is a descent into hell. A hell that 20%... yes, TWENTY PERCENT of my compadres dies from, by their own hand.
You tell me where to find any other illness with a death rate that high? Go ahead. I dare you! Now come and tell me you want to spend a day in my shoes. You better fucking hope that it is the right day, ‘cause I don’t want you killing my body on the day I’m off somewhere else.