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.



Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Shut up. No one cares.

 
I'm a very passionate person.  When I get excited about something you can easily tell.  My inner nerd comes out.  I start rattling off, my tone becomes lighter, my skin begins to glow with excitement.  I geek out as I talk about whatever set me off.
Then I slam into the side of a mountain as my anxiety takes over, repeating a voice from my childhood.
"Shut up. No one cares."
Those five words, no matter how excited I am, can destroy me in an instant.  And that's why I stop talking and walk away.

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