So how do you approach or even join the conversation of mental health when mainstream America advises against it? Can you even, or is there even a place for you on the spectrum if you’ve never even been clinically diagnosed with mental illness or a mental health condition? The days, months following my mom’s passing presented some pretty interesting facts to me. One, it is possible to suffer in silence. Two, for many reasons, the internal struggles and outward expressions of those who suffer often are ignored, dismissed, harshly criticized, and/or misdiagnosed. Three, I simply cannot claim to evolve yet keep certain, very important, aspects of my life hidden and unacknowledged. Look, I don’t claim to be an expert on mental health, how to diagnose, or how to even deal with it, but what I do know is how I feel and have felt for quite some time. That what I and so many others experience can be, and often is, very unhealthy. What keeps me going, most importantly, is my faith in God. And what an amazing God He is! What also keeps me going is my family and close friends. And what seems to help make most of my days bright is being wholly honest with myself about the way that I feel and why, even if the process of that discovery is a harsh and often hurtful one. I can’t honestly say that I’ve suffered from depression, because as of now, I’m still learning what depression actually is. But my thought is that I have been pretty close. I also had a mother that suffered greatly from depression and a few other mental health issues, so I’m familiar with what depression looks like on the outside. What I feel that we must keep in mind though is that depression and feelings like it aren’t always painted in muted and ugly colors. That sometimes the most beautiful people, living the most colorful lives are silently suffering and in need of God, prayer, love, help, hugs, good energy, and compassion. I kinda feel like I have a story, and what I’m learning is that if we have a story to tell, sometimes the best thing to do is to tell it. Because we never know how our story could be used by God to positively affect and change someone else’s.
Let's talk about it. See, the way my healing is set up, I believe that more of an effort has to be made on my end to express my thoughts. No longer can I keep things hidden and expect for positive change to occur. I'd love to hear more of your story. If you have one, please share. I'd love to listen and support!