It's been a very long, very hard road and I wasn't expecting to life past 30. Somehow, I managed to hang on long enough to get diagnosed at 32.
Medication and therapy have lifted so any burdens, which was more I ever could have asked for. I was a creative person robbed of the ability to create. Medication has given that back to me. My dream of writing stories has become a reality. I've managed to get a short story accepted, which makes me an author as well as a writer.
I guess I'm just thankful. I don't dwell too much on what I don't have, because there is so much I do have.
That depends on how bad it gets. Everyone has a breaking point and I'd prefer having experience to deal with it. There's not a single person on this planet that won't go through some sort of catastrophe in their lives.
I think it's naive to assume these people that get selected haven't had to go through difficult emotional challenges.
I, like you, know how to cope but is that really better than not needing to know how to cope at all? I wish I shared your optimism.