An essay by Brian McLaughlin, Advocate
Towards the end of my Grandmothers life I asked her what she would do if she had her life to live all over again. In a raised voice she said joyfully, "I would go the limit." It has been years since her passing, however my thoughts often return to her words, "I would go the limit."
I was left wondering what is the limit and how does one know when one has arrived at it. I have concluded that the limit is where one imagines it to be.
When I began my journey towards recovery from serious mental illness, I imagined my limits to be rather modest. As time passed and I progressed, the limits I had set for myself fell away. Granted there have been set backs and difficult periods. However, I have discovered that my limits are imaginary. Therefore I have decided to imagine my limits to be great and far rather that oppressive and near.
I read a quote once that I think speaks to this aspect of life. It went something like this: "One never knows the limits of what is possible until s/he has moved beyond the possible into what once was impossible."
For those in recovery I suggest our limits can be made as fluid as quick silver. Truly, it will be our imagination and vision that will, in the end, dictate our limits.
Respectfully submitted for your consideration,
Brian Patrick McLaughlin MS/CPS
MH Consumer Advocate
Erie County, PA.
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