hi there
glad you're feeling better!
great idea - i will post the speech when i;ve written it LOL, but here is the old one that was too depressing. it's 6 mins long...
INTERNATIONAL SPEECH MARCH 2006 – What’s in a label?
I think I might be mad. At least that’s what the doctors tell me. I’m not sleeping, I’m not making a lot of sense. Some days I get so confused I can’t find my way home.
There are days, days when I KNOW I’m not safe to get behind the wheel of my car, and there are days when someone should lock the liquor cabinet, throw away my credit cards and hide the chocolate.
Because you see there are days I feel immense pain, a deep down sadness that I don’t know how to get rid of and would do almost anything to escape.
Contest chair, toastmasters and guests.
That was nine years ago but there are still days when I’m not entirely certain that I’m sane. Sometimes I think it’s more fun NOT to be sane.
Think about this… Have you ever felt on top of the world? As if nothing can go wrong. Are there times when you felt unstoppable or invincible as if anything is possible.
You’d think that would be a good thing wouldn’t you? I certainly thought so.
But Doctors tend to look at you with a jaundiced eye when you tell them you are - full of the joys of life, ready to attack each day convinced that anything, ANYTHING you can dream is possible. They took a dim view of what they called EXCESSIVE self confidence. Me! I was guilty of excessive self confidence
Tell your psychiatrist you want to be a best selling author and she’ll raise her carefully tweezed eyebrows and inquire, “isn’t that a little unrealistic?”. Thank goodness she doesn’t know I dream of marrying Brad Pitt.
What I just described are the twin pillars of bipolar – alternating periods of depression and mania that are the hallmark of a mental illness that used to be called manic depression. I got labelled as bipolar. But at least I could comfort myself that I was in good company. Jean Claude van Damme, Patty Duke, and Axl Rose are all bipolar.
There is an awful stigma about mental illness. Mention bipolar or schizophrenia and people recall Mark Burton who murdered his mother only hours after his release from hospital.
That’s the trouble with getting a label. People think they know you. They think they know what you’re like. They give you this knowing look as if to say, “aha! That explains everything”.
Once you get that label it’s hard to escape. Not just from the box others put you in but the box you make for yourself. No longer is a spot of retail therapy seen as a bit of harmless fun. It takes on sinister proportions as you wonder whether maybe you are being reckless or manic. You question everything you do and ask yourself is this a sign I’m going mad? Will I be on medications for the rest of my life? I also have to ask myself, is it safe for me to share this with other people? With people like you… Will this label give you insight? Will you look at me differently at the end of this speech?
How DO you explain something that people can not see, something that can not be objectively tested. If I broke my leg you could see the cast. If I had diabetes I could point to blood tests. But I had nothing to show for the label of bipolar except a spotty trail of chocolate wrappers that followed in my wake as I tried to cope with an illness that defied logic. The greatest irony is that feeling good or on top of the world be a bad thing?
Am I bipolar? I don’t know. Some doctors say yes. Some say no.
In the end I came to the conclusion, the label isn’t important. What matters is that I am living a life that is meaningful to me, that I learn to accept myself as I am.
I’d like to ask you to do the same. No matter what label people may have, if you can learn to understand and accept people as they are then you can give yourselves the only label that matters – the label of a true friend.
now i have to change it to sound more upbeat - maybe some more manic moments???


once upon a time i could think something up at the last moment! There is no way I will be pulling a rabbit out of the hat today… I think my rabbit pulling days are gone so i will revise this speech
Usual ratio of 6 women to 2 men but it was good exercise and good to be dancing. For me it is like meditation it’s the only time my mind isn’t racing thinking about other things. i need those times
