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, June 16, 2017

There's a Storm Overhead


There’s a storm sitting over me right now. The sky is dark, the air is chilled, charged with static, looking for a spark to ignite it. The flashes of lightning are contained as there is no thunder; yet.
I am fighting this storm, not wanting to let it rage, but it is very tiresome to do so. It came out of nowhere, without warning, and I do not know how long it will last. I have to weather this storm and pick up the pieces after.
I know that it’s no one’s fault, not even my own, this I have always known, however, that does not make it any easier to cope with. My emotions are a mirror, reflecting the world around me, my soul as dark as the sky.
In the darkness many things can hide, none I would consider an alley. Destruction, chaos, madness, loneliness, and fear all live within the storm. They wish to come out and play.
Please bear with me as I wait for this storm to pass.
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