It’s more than just sane.
This article is inspiring and opening. The title alone bears so much power and I’m so grateful that you wrote this because facing my own emotions is something I’ve struggled with and in order to fit in, I would hide those feelings of pain and anguish away because there’s this stigma or idea that at a point you’re supposed to come to terms with what happened and move on quickly. So many people look at you in a different way, if you ever admit that depression has hit you and you just can’t handle the mundane things found in life. The power to tell yourself that you have time and are willing to take the time to come to terms with what you’ve been dealt with is something so powerful because somehow society as created this fast pasted action sequence of dealing with dissociation.
As a female “If I give into my feelings of unbearable pain and scream out the words of truth I’m automatically seen weaker. When in contrary the truth is I’m stronger because I’ve decided to feel and deal with those haunting memories that once paralyzed me.” Thank you for showing the power there is in confronting and dealing with situations in your own time and out of society’s prescription. And especially helping loved ones with how to handle the situation they have been placed into when they have depressed loved ones.
Mental illness has been something that I’ve recently been diagnosed with and have found a great big deal to come to terms with. There’s this huge stigma of silence behind this haunting shadow that plagues so many people, from Kristen Bell, who openly came out with anxiety and depression in an interview and Demi Lovato who speaks about having and dealing with bipolar. But yet these major mental disorders are just shunned and left in the dark. I’m glad that people are taking the necessary time to bring them into the light because depression affects so many people, whether it’s chronic or it’s the blues it happens and it’s something you can’t just shake off with a run as much as you want.
Having the right people around you through these rough patches allows you to pop your head out of that abyss without fear of being judged.
I don’t trust my psychiatrist.
She is a lovely woman, expedient and efficient at her job, and she is the only one of the many specialists that I have consulted who has successfully prescribed medication that does its job. She curses during our sessions, a habit which I suspect she has adopted in order to make herself more relatable to me, which I appreciate. She is based in Durban and I in Cape Town; in these periods of geographical separation, we conduct our sessions over FaceTime. So hip, so modern, so young and relatable – it’s wonderful. Still, there is a singular quality about my doctor that prevents me from trusting her counsel implicitly: I fear that she is completely sane.
Sane people are well-meaning in their conduct with the less-than-sane, but you people just don’t get it. In the long years that I have spent living with mental illness…
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