For the lack of a better term I am using “Mental Issue,” M.I. for short, as a blanket term to describe what we have and deal with on a daily basis. I want to use “Issue” because I don’t want to call it an “Illness.”

Illness, to me anyway, implies that it can be cured, it’s something that you caught and didn’t have before. It’s a part of us, it’s in our DNA, and it’s something we didn’t choose to have but something we live with on a daily basis.

When our M.I. kicks in it’s called “An Episode.” An Episode of what? Are we a sitcom or drama that people sit back and watch? While it may certainly feel this way for non M.I.s, for those of us going through said “episode” it feels more like a storm. Comes on with little to no warning. A lot of huffing and puffing, with loud crashes of thunder. For this reason I will refer to them as Storms and not “Episodes.”

By talking we can begin healing and understanding on both
sides. Ask questions and listen to the answers, don’t judge, don’t speak, just listen.



Saturday, April 16, 2016

Pain, You Did This


Tears fall
Dreams fade away
Pain fills me
I wish this emotion
Will stay at bay.

My wish denied
Here on this day in fair May.

My life goes on,
People I know pass by
What have I done
Oh my, oh my.

I’m no longer in charge
What I do I can not control,
It all seems too much
The weight I carry is too large.

My life goes on
People I know pass by
What have I done,
Oh my, oh my.

I’m no longer myself,
Please leave,
For when I die,
You need not grieve.

I’m in a better place,
It’s all gone.

Oh I wish it were true,
Death my old friend.
Please come and relieve this ache.

- My Daughter
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