Words from a Friend Presents: More Words from Me

I have a friend that today shared her blog with me, sharing parts of herself with me.

She wrote the following.

"A fear.

I am defective 

Because (?)

I wear glasses. 

A rebuttal.

Glasses are not uncommon. My vision just isn't focused on my retina well.


But.. You're built wrong. Genetically. 


A rebuttal.
Correlation does not equal causation.
If there was a random sampling giving every one on Earth an equal likelihood of having deficits (50/50 chance of boy or girl, whatever other 1/something chance of defects), then I am not Less Than. I am one of many whose chances just gave me what I have. A need for glasses.


Well Reasoned. "

I read this and I felt relief. I am not Less Than for having a mental illness. I am not less of a person, less of a friend, or less of a daughter for having a mental illness.

"I am one of many whose chances just gave me what I have."

I am not undeserving of love, support, or help because of these chances.

I keep thinking of my mental illness as a bad thing, and in some ways, it really is. My life is a lot harder and more complicated because of it. Perhaps if I stop thinking about it, though, as a bad thing and more of just a thing that happened. Things happen to people all the time and this is just one of those things that happened to me.