Mental illness

There’s a stigma around Mental Health and it needs to be erased. Y’all need to realize before for us it’s a little too late, just like they say addiction is a disease so is mental health. Its something people are born with and something they can’t control. I guarantee you as I’m standing here breathing, the ones who suffer with the diagnosis of a mental health would give anything in this world to have it taken back. It’s a mystery as why some have bipolar depression anxiety PTSD and so much more. and why some of them do not. Just like it’s a mystery why some do a drug only once and never touched it again. And then have those souls that lose their lives trying to find another fix. Were looked upon with disgust, around us nobody wants to be. You don’t have to tell us for we can see it in your eyes. when we come walking your way and you dodge to miss us. But did you know that I was born just like you and did you know it could have been you instead of me. See yes I am the one with a mental illness the doctor told me so, but I am a soul I am a human. My blood runs red just like yours and my heart beats just like every other one. It’s not like I have some marking or some deformity. Yet you act like I have a disease and if you touch me you’ll catch it too. don’t you realize you’re stares and your words help keep my mental illness alive. There’s so much controversy and so much unknown. That anybody’s afraid to even talk about it much less get help for it. You can walk one mile and see billboards all around. Advertising fast foods and people running for mayor. The news covers the elections wide and far. Every news station, radio station and front pages newspaper, is plastered with the elections we know so much about who’s going to run even their dirty little secrets are revealed. But I don’t hear nothing nothing at all that lets the ones who suffer know that it will be okay. We become afraid to reach out and ask for helping hand due to the fact it will be held against us. You see I did not know I was born with a mental illness. it was something that lingered in me though. And through the years and the trauma the dirty Little thing revealed itself. It came with a price and it was costly. I spent months and months in a hospital so I wouldn’t slit my wrist. No I really truly did not want to hurt myself, I really did and do want to live my life. But you see my brain’s not like yours and I don’t know why. All I know is this illness has taken my life. There are so many souls who’ve lost your fight with mental illness just like there are so many souls who’s lost their fight to addiction. We cry and we talk and we mourn the ones who’ve lost to cancer or heart attack or any medical diagnosis like that. Then why don’t we do the same for mental illness and addiction. We need to stop this stigma and then maybe more souls will be helped. Maybe more lives will be saved everyone just throws us out like the trash. We are a human completely just like you there’s nothing special about us well besides this brain of mine drives me crazy. I would give anything to have a transplant. You can get transplant of your lungs and your kidneys and any body parts and skin but for some reason the brain cannot be replaced. It is what controls your whole entire body and keeps us alive pretty much so without it I guess there’s nothing but for some of us with it we are nothing still. We need to let it be known that is okay that if you have a mental illness you can ask for help. Don’t fear your children won’t be taken, don’t fear your husband or your wife won’t leave you. Your family stand by you and help you all the way just like they would someone dyeing of cancer. It’s not the same you say how? why? They didn’t ask to have cancer and fight a long hard battle, they didn’t ask for it to take them out. they had life they still had to live. I didn’t ask nor want mental illness and to fight this daily battle. Luckily it has not taken my life but the illness is wanting to. See I can’t reach out for help without being judged, talked about and God only knows what else. People are cruell this is true. I’m hoping one day my words will lay upon your ears, and the next time you cross path is someone suffering from mental illness you’ll stop and think maybe ask how you’re doing. Just like that drug addict porn addict gambling addict were all the same. You say we have a choice but this I don’t believe for I would never have chosen a brain like mine. We don’t enjoy it it’s not fun at all, you couldn’t imagine the nightmare we live. So why you sitting there in your perfect little life with your perfect little mind remember you could have been the one born with the disease.