Disclaimer: if you’re hyper/micro-sensitive about everything, go away. You will NOT approve what I’m about to write. Also, please be sure to visit the link (I don’t get paid, don’t worry) at the bottom of this post about mental illness professionals that actually stigmatize the stigma.
I can admit, with 100% certainty, that I am suffering from mental illness, or more accurately, not happy with the current state of things.
I have never been officially diagnosed by a doctor, but I have had my fair share of agony. I am a HUMAN that has to contend with OTHER humans whose species is driven by vanity, arrogance, and greed. I have been a victim of ongoing rejection on a professional level, I have had a good share of deaths in the family, engaged with periodic family squabbles over the years, and the number of shady, toxic people I’ve encountered in my lifetime go beyond the number of my fingers and toes. As a result, I have a zero-tolerance policy when it comes to the handeling of my trust. I am quick to point out harsh truths, hypocrisy, and double standards. Sometimes I can get a little bitchy, because at some point, playing “nice” doesn’t seem to get through to people. In some cases, being the bitch makes a bigger impact. It worked for Madonna.
Alas, the double standard is at play. When you go full out punk to people handling your affairs, that raises a red flag with the offenders. She needs help to sort out her issues/she needs to see a therapist/I’m calling suicide hotline right now/You are so, SO loved!
Hold the phone, Mother Teresas of the World.
Does it ever occur to anyone that THEY might be the culprits of debilitating the mental wellness of others in the first place?
Mental health advocates do a great job facilitating information where to go for help, provide some great reads, podcasts, blogs, other social media junk to create a better atmosphere for those of us having a really shitty day. But they hardly mention the REAL reason for this epidemic (or that’s how it’s branded) which is exclusively the result of the ACTIONS OF OTHER PEOPLE. HUMANS! You can safely assume I loathe the human species.
(By now, I’m red-flagged and put on suicide watch)
That’s fine, but it’s important to remember: as long as you have to contend with a species that is driven by greed and arrogance, you will ALWAYS suffer from mental illness. It is INEVITABLE. You cannot escape it.
I told my niece recently, “you will get depressed. That’s no lie. You will probably feel like you’re at an all-time low at some point in your life. But know this—you cannot control the actions (or lack thereof) of other people. But you’ve got to come to me, your aunt, and I will teach you how to be strong and magnificent, and repel the evil forces by any means necessary. But don’t commit murder, because that’s against the law.”
For some, all they need is the love and trust of a confidante. It could be a parent, sibling, partner, your kid, pen pal, etc. They are the ones who will hold you up and bail you out of jail. Actions. Tactics like “coddling” doesn’t work. Fuck. If I see one more meme on social media that says, “You are loved!” I will squat and take a piss and big ass shit on it. You hardly know me or don’t know me at all, yet I’m “loved.” “Love” is not a word I throw around for superficial reasons. Stop this annoying shit.
Mental health advocates believe the constant coddling on social media helps. I beg to differ. For example, what happens when children are at the mercy of their parent’s coddling obsession, then they grow up and enter the real world as adults? Hello….now we have a entire generation of fucked up kids with a permanent display of “deer in headlights” demeanor. Also, don’t these advocates believe it would be more WISE to refrain from social media since that is one of the biggest causes of mental illness in the first place? Last I heard, suicides are the leading cause of death in the US. So again, I ask: what are mental health advocates doing to CURTAIL the stigma? I have to admit, the persistent awareness campaigns are doing a fantastic job increasing my anxiety levels. I didn’t know that being depressed was branded as an epidemic. Depression is a part of the normal, human condition. I’m not allowed to have my moment in the sun?
Now before you get pissy, allow me to slow your roll: I understand there are various stages, levels of depression. Some are more dangerous than others and I understand that. But for fuck’s sake, allow the folks to experience SOME level of discomfort so they can appreciate the sunshine when it comes. It’s almost as of the mental health organizations are proliferating the stigma rather than curtail it.
Believe it or not, there ARE people out there that’s suffered from a lot of anguish, but came out shimmering and shining high on the mountaintop and celebrating their redemption. Never, EVER underestimate the power of family.
Uh oh. I feel another red flag coming on….because I’m being “mean.”
Be that as it may. As I told a co-worker many years ago, “people often confuse honesty with being mean, and that’s only because they’re hearing some hardcore truth that they’ve been fighting against all along.”
Yes, I’m mean. Yes, I’m a bitch. And yes, I have issues. It works for me. At the end of the day <imagine some major clap backing right now> my bills will still get paid.
I have a therapist, also known as my husband. If it weren’t for him, I would absolutely be in much worse shape. I LOVE him. He’s the only one who’s allowed to send me love memes. Anyway, my preferred therapy is battling against the wrongdoings and hypocrisies on all sorts of issues.
I also realize May is Mental Health Awareness Month, so I’m commemorating the occasion with this post. Since I don’t know you, I will spare you the “you are loved” bullshit. I do, however, bid you better days.
Gotta go…..my Xanax is waiting for me.
Study: Are Mental Illness Experts Encouraging Stigma? I am unable to hyperlink this on an ipad, so copy and paste in your browser.