Labels are just a fancy name for LIFE

When I was very young I was given the label of being hyperactive, retarded, and anti-social. I lived up to those labels. I stopped making good grades in school. I acted up at home and at school, and I never made friends. Growing up other labels were placed on me. Ugly, and unlovable. I responded with kind. I hated the way I looked and when other kids teased me I acted very strange, (hence the label mentally retarded. In my teenage years a new label was placed on me crazy. once again I did not let the people who labeled me, (professionals) down and began to be crazy. Drug addict, alcoholic, schizophrenic, followed as I became an adult. Later on I was given an AXIS from the Air Force of having Borderline Personality Disorder, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and Chronic Dystimia (a fancy way of saying I was constantly depressed ) with Suicidal ideation. I was on every kind of medicine that was known to modern man in the psychiatric field at the time.
I believed the LABELS. I lived the LABELS. I became the LABELS.
I went through hell, and then I stopped listening to what the so called professionals were telling me and I listened instead to my heart, and my soul.
My Heart told me that I certainly was not retarded, bad, schizophrenic or ugly, and my soul told me that The "Lord" loved me!
If I was upset I had a legitimate reason to be. I had been very misused as a child. But, I was no longer a child, and I had to find out what and who I really was.
I went off the medicine, and I stopped relying on professionals to tell me if I was upset, angry, happy, or sad. I found that when my body was free of the chemicals that I had been on for so long that the labels that had been tagged onto me all my life was just LIFE.
Thats right life sometimes will not go our way and when things don't go right all the time, and we get sad that is LIFE! When we are betrayed by the ones we love; even though, it hurts it is still LIFE!
So right or wrong that is my theory LABELS are just a fancy name for LIFE.