Hi greenpea and others,
What a great thread, really uplifting.
I have to put my reply in slightly different language, I don't understand the experiences I've been through in terms of mental illness. I explored all the language and ideas of mental illness for many years, I gave it my best shot. But it really wasn't the right explanation of my experience. I don't have a sickness, I just had life experiences that my society called illness. I haven't figured out why they did that yet 😉
So I guess I could talk about what my experiences did for me in a positive light. I guess first the bad: they left me subjected to a lot of discrimination and mistreatment, as I guess has been experienced by others here too and I"m so sorry to hear that. I'm still trying to figure out how to be allowed to take responsibility for my own behaviour after 2 years and not be subjected to a 'mental health risk assessment' - I'm not allowed to explain my experience in my own terms except in safe places. I get forced into the view of 'illness'. That feels pretty untenable at times. Of course there was the obligatory violence and force in mental health wards where I sought sanctuary and understanding to work though things and instead was given force and drugs and told what I had to think of myself. But That's all the bad.
The good was what the experience could have been, should have been It was about a metaphorical exploration of trauma, and other things I just couldn't reconcile. It was really paintful sometimes, but it also allowed me the incredible experience to walk into another world. It wasn't 'delusion' this is one of the reasons why mental health constructs and language just don't work for me. Delusions are false beliefs, when they see people not making any sense, and it looks really strange to them MH staff seem to say 'delusional'. But it wasn't delusion, it was metaphor, story.
I was walking in my own story. I knew where the roads were, I wasn't going to get hit by cars. But all the people had different roles and identities in my mind, and the backdrop was changed, kind of like in a science fiction or fantasy story. Like in those fictional stories, the setting allowed me to explore things that couldn't be explored within the confines of everyday life, like questions about life and death, loss, and processing a lot of things that had been held down. It meant a lot and it helped me though things even though it was really painful. It definitely wasn't a sickness even though society refused to understand and called it 'abnormal'.
I hope that one day there will be a world where people are willing to understand experiences like this and provide kindness and support for them. I am so tired of living in a world where I am forced to be an outcast unless I call my experiences 'mental illness'. Its getting really untenable.