Thanks Meditation ( I always read your name as 'mediation' ha!).
No it isn't my pooch, just some pic I found which cheers me up. Hard to be taken seriously tho with a doggie in lipstick next to my posts.
I am compassionate because I've been on both sides of mental illness and I remember once meeting a woman whose abusive husband somehow managed to have her committed. It was such a sad story and I never forgot her.
Plus my own family really had not the first idea about how to handle me when I was in treatment. My mom would read stuff and it actually worked against my getting better. She meant well, as I know those here do but it got in the way of my getting the right help sometimes.
My doctor specifically told her to NOT read things.