Mental illness isn't a sin, and I'm not a qualified therapist.

So I seem to be collecting them.  My friends, I mean.  The ones who aren't processing the world in the same way the rest of us (we think we are anyway)... are.

Some years back I dated a lady (well, better than the other pejoratives of a failed relationship).  Also, an alcoholic...  and smart as hell in a creative - emotional context - words and songs as communications way... she wrote country music (had two albums to her credit), and was impressively gifted.  She was also certifiably bug crazy nuts.  (Those are polite pejoritives people, for one who had a "personality disorder").  You never know what she will come up with next, but you know it will be interesting.

Before her, a childhood friend and object of awe while I was in high school, and I became reacquainted.  I won't dwell on it too much, but again...

The point.... I just encountered (last few weeks) yet another shining example of what is wrong with our health care system for mental illness.  And she also really really smart.  And I'm not just saying that.  My standards for that are pretty high. And I can't help her.  Maybe not be a problem, but then again... YMMV

I must have a magnet.  Somewhere I can't see.  I just know I'm not qualified. 

I'd say that I'm trying to help, but how the hell would I know?  When is it wishful thinking or rationalization?