I’ve decided to stop advocating. My experience with Congressman Murphy has taught me that one person cannot make a difference. I can’t even get my voice heard. It’s cowardice on his part, but a lesson for me. Unless you belong to an organization with money, you get nowhere with Congress.
I have tried for years believing I was making some kind of a difference, but really what did I accomplish? I accomplished the goals of an organization that really didn’t value the true needs of those of us with a mental illness.
Whether or not Murphy’s bill passes, we still have a lack of psychiatrists, a lack of psych beds, a lack of good quality care in this broken mental health system. When pdocs want you to fill out paper work prior to an appointment to see if you’re a “good fit” for them, there’s a real problem. When pdocs can’t take on any new patients because they are already overloaded, there’s a problem. When someone in a rural area can’t find a pdoc within 100 miles, there’s a problem. These problems won’t be addressed until people with a mental illness speak up! I’ve tried, but I’m tired of doing it alone.
Sorry to be so negative in this post, but the wind has just been taken out of my sails.