I often wonder who exactly is the victim of my illness. I very rarely see myself as one. Usually, in an episode, I feel bad about myself and my life, but not bad for myself.
I graduated this summer and I recently started my first full time, 'real' job. Right from the start I made the decision to fill out the medical form truthfully – I disclosed that I had depression and that I was on medication for it. I'm usually always open about my depression, but I've been warned so many times not to disclose to an employer that I have a mental illness that it took a bit of thinking.
Until it began to affect me, I was completely ignorant about mental health. I'm ashamed to admit that, like my peers at school, I thought anyone with schizophrenia, bipolar or depression was 'weird' and should be avoided at all costs.