Monthly Archives: June 2013

Stop Laughing

The one thing I’ve learned on this journey, is that you don’t laugh at things that you don’t understand. Chances are, the thing that you’re laughing at, should never have been laughed at in the first place. The people affected by the thing that you’re laughing at don’t accept your laughing as an innocent occurrence and take it very personally, whether you meant it or not.

And, whether you meant it or not, it’s mean and it’s cruel. And those who take those words to heart, they might not have the support system they need to be able to laugh off your laughing at their situation.

You laugh at people with mental disabilities. Why? Because it’s funny, because it’s convenient, and because you “didn’t mean it like that.” But you did, and you and I both know it.

You laugh at people like me, the ones who are sometimes so depressed that they can’t get themselves up off the couch to take a shower. Those who are too afraid to leave their home in fear that someone out there will notice their scars, or laugh at them, or trigger something that is very hard to deal with. You laugh, because it’s easy, it’s funny. Oh, and you didn’t mean it like that.

But let me tell you this. You did mean it like this. Yes. Take offense to this. And get mad, because I’m singling you out, because I’m pointing out your flawed image of yourself, and I’m pointing out that  you are a monster. Oh, but you didn’t mean it like that. Right?

No. Read the rest of this entry


The Possession

A face, so quiet and innocent. Who knew what was hiding beneath?

A smile, so fragile. Hiding secrets and lies and the monster that hides beneath.

Though the outside seems so plain, the shadows creep through. Silently plotting and brooding.

Revenge, a simple word. But it packs a punch.

He smiled. Showing the world how “normal” he was, while he, himself, had no definition of the world. Read the rest of this entry

I Can’t

It’s becoming a more frequent word, especially around here.

I can’t deal with things that make me upset, not because I’m weak, but because I’m not going to deal with it. And it’s easier to say that I can’t than it is to explain to degenerates that I have an illness and your provoking words are only making it worse. So, I quickly grab my headphones and I listen to music, killing my ears. But it’s better than provoking me into saying something that will start a fight that will lead to slamming doors and fists. Read the rest of this entry

That Awkward Moment

You know that awkward moment when you’re around the people you really don’t care about in the first place, and they randomly and insensitively make fun of mental health or mental illness? I know those moments all too well. And they don’t care.

They say that depression is selfish. Bipolar is insanity. And PTSD is something silly. Anxiety is just nerves.

It hurts. Why? Because I deal with these things. I haven’t been formally diagnosed with Bipolar or PTSD. But I believe in talking about mental health. And I don’t mean talking, saying that these people are crazy. By spreading awareness, we disable this kind of hate talk. And yea, I take it personally. Especially when I’m cornered and have nowhere to go. And there is nothing I can do about it.

But there it is. That awkward moment when someone makes fun of mental health and mental illnesses like its normal, everyday speech.