TheDookieNut

Mental Illness

Aside from the bad grammar and hard to understand way you wrote, I suspect it's your local health care is the reason you've struggled. In the town I live is a big bipolar community, I found this out about an hour ago actually as I have a close friend who suffers; I met her at the clinic I was at for my anxiety. Yes, I can understand it's hard but there are ways to get help. CBT is one. Medication is another. Coping strategies is one more. I know what it's like to not be able to get by some times. I have OCD, it's not bad but Ive been offered medication. I don't have to keep turning lights off and on again. But I do have to check locks, make sure my cats are inside the house. I have to make sure all the doors are shut tight. There are times when I bother my friends simply because their house needs cleaning. Living with a mental illness is hard. It's harder when you don't accept help. As soon as real help is found, the burden is lifted, not completely but enough. It's easy to think no one wants to help when in fact this isn't true. Millions of people want to help. One of the first things I would suggest is finding a local support group or group of people who meet and help each other through. You have type 1, from what I remember during a strange part of the ten different trips to doctors I had to take (they were certain I had psychosis and a few of them still are despite the fact I haven't hallucinated for nearly a year, not completely anyway) this means you're more balanced than type II which I believe is less manic and more depressive, I'd suggest getting to know others with bipolar and allowing them to support you.

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I shall get to it! It'll be small as my mapmaker is actually a game XD

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The old man lifted his cup to his lips, drinking the wine with a confidence that would unnerve some. His eyes stayed put on Rhoynar as the man admired the wealth of the room. The younger knight stopped on a object made a pure gold. It stood atop an old book, covered in writing he had not seen for decades. "It's-" The old man started before his 'friend' continued. "The hand of Elia." Ser Illyn watched him more cautiously as the foreigner edged closer to the artifact, a look of concern visible in his eyes. "I saw drawings of it as a child, once in Meerai." The City of Dreams. "The City of Thieves, yes. I hadn't expected your family to venture over across the desert." Ser Illyn commented. The man held his head high, eyes staring down the black haired knight. "My father took us when he traveled to buy an army." Rhoynar smiled and turned his eyes back to the Lord before him. "He used that army to take the keep at Astipor." "And what a glorious battle that was." "I don't need your approval, my lord. I'm here because you asked me to be. No one knows that desert like my people. You can't expect a soul to cross it without a guide." Rhoynar span at the sound of the door opening once again. The two men waited for only the briefest moment before the face of a young women fell before them both. Rhoynar extended the courtesy and bowed in return, unlike the man behind him. Ser Illyn remained completely stationary, two blue eyes scaling the girl from head to toe. She would do. It wasn't at all as he was expecting but it would have to do. He didn't have time to wait. He waved the girl inside and waved his maid out. The young girl darted out the door as if her life depended on it. "You're here for one reason. You were both told one thousand deniers for the safe return of what I want. If one of you dies, the other does not get their half." His eyes moved to Rhoynar as if judging his family's potential roots. The man would deny this, of course, his family was noble- now. "You will both go to Niska, beyond the Second East and bring back this." The man pulled open a book older than himself and turned the pages to face them. "This crown is worth more than this kingdom and both of your lives. I suspect six months will be enough. I will pay for your ship across the ocean. One hundred deniers should be enough." He produced a small leather pouch and placed it on the table. The coins inside bounced against each other, producing the jingle that all men felt compelled by.

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I was busy with the physio so I couldn't post, which was annoying haha. You're incredibly welcome sir/madame Is it sad that I'm considering making a map?

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I love it!

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It'll be epic! Don't worry :)

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I'm a nice person :P

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I pay for a private physio, well the insurance does so I don't have to wait. I know I would if I went for a public one. Damn you public health! Hey, don't worry about it :)

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Awesome, sounds a lot more useful than what we used to do. We'd have 'mock' exams where we'd use the test from the previous summer or winter depending on what time of year it was. Doing this meant that the answers werent online yet. But we'd do those incase we were off sick for the real exams. Plus they were supposed to show you what you still needed to learn, but we never got them back to see them. Stupid school. Yay! I should be leaving early today anyway as I've got physio again, but I'll be home soon, get physio at home! Bonus points for me!... I'm a cripple basically haha

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What's your test for if I may ask? Haha, you can start panicking in a year, just under :P