There was a time when my ego and the concern that people would think less of me, stopped me from seeing the truth. I did not see that I needed help, but the truth was, I did. I was becoming irritable, angry and was not nice to be around. I changed this by attending support meetings, something that I had never previously considered. I had erroneously thought it was a sign of weakness to admit to needing help. My life immediately improved. I became a little humbled when I found that others, who had similar experiences, could and would share what they had learned to help me. Mental illness is a great leveler and we can all learn from people who share similar issues. Instead of being a sign of weakness it was smart thinking.