Brady’s Story

by Julie

 I like music movies, forests, and oceans. I have been camp­ing since before I could walk. I took horse­back rid­ing lessons as a child so when did my horse wan­der off the trail?

I began drink­ing at age 14. I would steal mon­ey from my par­ents to buy alco­hol on the week­ends and drink and dri­ve. I have four DUIs. It was after my third DUI that I was told I had schizoaf­fec­tive dis­or­der with bipolar.

By age 50 I was yelling at my neigh­bor’s and get­ting arrest­ed for dis­or­der­ly con­duct. In my mind, I was an adult man when I drank. I told myself that, but I was­n’t one. I did­n’t pay bills, had no kids, no mort­gage to pay. I was irre­spon­si­ble and I did­n’t have the nerve to admit it.

When my mom and dad divorced they tried to get me to go to ther­a­py. They said I need­ed help but I deter­mined, irre­spon­si­bly, that only chil­dren or bro­ken peo­ple go talk to ther­a­pists. Even­tu­al­ly, I agreed to go to the ther­a­pist. I tried to present to her an image that I’ve been hold­ing for years. One of great­ness and cool­ness. She told me I was in denial. 

I was a spin­ning wheel. You all know the the­o­ry of a spin­ning wheel. A spin­ning wheel that spins around its own cen­ter only throws out any­thing you place there so don’t place what you hold dear there like your heart and soul. I did­n’t real­ize I need­ed care from oth­ers. I thought I could be my own car­ing friend. My ego was big­ger than my reality.

Final­ly, I got to East­ern State hos­pi­tal thanks to Fayette Men­tal Health Court inter­ven­ing and get­ting me that help. I have learned my prob­lems make me human and that’s a whole lot bet­ter than great and cool. I used drink­ing to escape who I am. Now that I am sober I can rec­og­nize in myself the call of a per­son hurt­ing and not numb the pain, but call my broth­er and lis­ten to his calm car­ing love for me. Or I can help a per­son with issues of their own by lend­ing an ear. That is when I know love is real and not just some­thing adults do. It’s what hearts do.

Now,  years lat­er I can love myself with all my faults. 

It is more reward­ing to see my faults and know I can accept them, rather than look­ing at an out­ward char­ac­ter­is­tic and say that I’m invin­ci­ble. I’m going to keep work­ing and going to Par­tic­i­pa­tion Sta­tion and mak­ing friends. I would like to have a career using my math skills like engi­neer­ing where I can solve puzzles.

Until then I would like to leave you with the words of a song that is a favorite of mine and many of you to John­ny Nash wrote:

I can see clear­ly now the rain is gone. I can see all obsta­cles in my way. Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind it’s going to be a bright bright sun­shiny day.”

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