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.



Friday, April 15, 2016

You Call Me Crazy


You call me crazy,
But that’s not fair.
You don’t know the terror I feel,
When frustrated I grab and pull my hair.
 
When anxiety sets in,
All the voices get loud.
I can barely breathe,
I am so ashamed, never proud.

On the outside
I am chipper and happy.
On the inside
I’m screaming but no one can hear me.

I live in constant fear,
Afraid of what the world will do.
Will they lock me up and throw away the key?
Or will they laugh and call me crazy, like you?

You call me crazy,
But you do not know the real me.
Frighten and insecure,
This is not the way I wish my life to be.

- Max M. Power
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