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When talking with people I pick up on a quiet sadness and profound pain in their conversation. Or, more likely, I get "THAT" sense is since I identify "THEIR" personal stories so strongly with "MY OWN" personal descent into mental illness and abusive drinking.
I lost my house, my job, my wife, my assets and my sanity. In retrospect I went from everything being "OKAY" to rock bottom about a year. I ended up in a crisis unit, intensive day treatment, and lived nine months in a half-way house for dually diagnosed people (substance and mental health).
If I had been able to articulate my life at the beginning of my fall I may have been able to make changes then before things spun out of control for me. Life would have taken me on a much different journey. Performance. Feedback. Revision. That Crisis was really an opportunity to be better prepared the next time I found myself at that crossroad.
