So… Here I am, finally dragging myself out of my zone, to ruffle feathers so I can send a message. I have been tossing today’s write over in my head for a long…long…time. No! I won’t blame no other person but myself. Yes! Like the goons in my area would say, “I own it with my chest.”
Well that’s that, and now the write.
It’s no new news, the trend of mental illnesses and it’s rather negative effects on everyone.
Stemming from people we love, to the random stranger sitting next to us on the public transport, everyone has had their fair share of it, and are either empathetic or sympathetic.-Arnie
Now, mental illness is a whole universe entirely if you ask me. From the compelling urges of OCDs to the thousand-personality in one mental feuds (Bipolarity), to the tug of war episodes between moods and emotions (schizophrenia). The list goes on.
Having these isn’t the worse that can happen to an individual. Not knowing you have them is equivalent to being gunned down by a sniper. I mean, many people have literally lost their lives as a result of this subtle foe.
Sounds horrible right? Wait for it. What is more horrible, is having these illnesses, being aware of them, and being completely invisible to others when you call out for help.
“You’re just seeking for attention.” They might say.
“You’re being too difficult!”
“What’s wrong with you? Get hit on the end as a baby?”
…and then one of the worst; “You’re crazy, delusional, mad…”
You get a mean description of yourself each time you meet a new person. Your efforts feel futile, you lose friends, have bad blood with co-workers, shut out your family, and finally, you become anti-social; Cutting all ties from society in an attempt to protect yourself from mental health critiques.
Then you realize, the path to supposed healing and recovery becomes more slippery. More dangerous. It gradually becomes a path straight out of Wrong Turn.(It’s a movie by the way).
Your self- imposed isolation turns out to be nothing more than just another wrestling match with your demons upstairs. You’re trapped in a cage you made. You fight so much to get out you forget you hold the keys to your freedom.
Palpitations build up, cold sweats form on your brows as trepidation says ”Hello!”. Your vision blurs, the earth spins, slowly at first, then faster. You’re on the floor and it’s dark. You wake the following morning and it’s round two.
I could go on, but that may be an overkill. Mental health is ignored in most parts. I once heard a mum say, “You’re too young to be depressed.” If only that were true. Sadly, it has mercy on no one. All ages, all races, all cultures feel its sting.
Sigh! In light of all these. I just ask on behalf of all out there facing these, be nice. If you don’t understand, hold their hands and squeeze lightly. Make them know you care.
To those passing through this phase, hold on, breathe, keep fighting. It’s hard as diamonds, I get that, but you can’t simply give up. Live outside your head for as long as you can. Have goals and pursue them. It just may help keep the demons at bay. Pray too. It does wonders I promise.
I’ll wrap this up for now.
In whatever situation you’re cramped in, always remember, you may very well have walked past someone passing through the same thing. You’re not alone. Keep fighting.-Arnie
I believe in you.