There have been a lot of mental illness awareness posts going up lately which, you know, I think is great and everything. We have certainly come a long way.
We now use antibiotics to treat infection instead of just lopping off the affected body part. Fantastic. We welcome animals that routinely tread through their own excrement and roll around in dead squirrel into restaurants where we are served meals that have been grown in badger’s toenail oil and arranged on our plates in a way that spell out the words “live, love, laugh.” In Arabic. But if one of us admits to hospitalization for a mental break? The party dies faster than Trump in a Mexican restaurant.
Although I love the mental illness awareness posts, I hate that we’re only at this stage. Which, you guys would argue that it has to start somewhere, right? I get it. I know. So now what? How do we move past this stage? The stage where for a fleeting moment in time, sandwiched between political war and avocado toast, we read a copy-and-pasted blurb about something so huge, life and death huge, as mental illness?
I know what we need. We need the Andrews and the Suzys and the Yous and the You Toos to stand up, middle fingers out, and shout our stories from the rooftops. Because someone out there is going to be living it too. Really living it. And they’re going to sink to their knees with the relief that comes with being known and understood.
“They say I’ll never be the poster type, but they don’t make posters of my kind of life.” -Elle King
What else should we do to help reduce this stupid social stigma?
Is anyone else struggling with anxiety lately?
January has been bullshit for me and a lot of people around me. I feel like January and February are emotionally tough months to get through. I can’t wait to hear the birds chirping in my window in the morning and to feel the warmth of the sun on my face.