Somtimes I think that one thing that gets people out of the groove of mental illness is intellectualism.

For instance, I spent almost all of my high school years in the hospital. When I finally got out for the last time, I was practically positive that no matter what I'd do, sooner or later, I'd be right back in again.

But that didn't happen.

It didn't happen becuase I started writing. It didn't happen becuase I went back to school. It didn't happen becuase I was so, so intent on becoming the scholar that I've always yearned to be.

And so, that is the road that I have been fortunate to take. I got my writing published. I got an internship at a nice newspaper. I got into the UW Honors Program.

If it wasn't for this powerful intellecutal ambition that I have, right now, I'd probably be at Western State.

Sometimes I feel very blessed that I possess the mind that I have, for if it wasn't for my intellect, who knows where I would be.

Has anyone expririenced that same type of thing?

Gwen, Yes.
Keep up the good work!!

You're awesome, Staphany!!!