Unless

I was watching The Lorax the other day, and a quote from Dr. Suess stuck in my head.

“Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It’s not.” – Dr. Suess

unless

Anyhow, so it stuck me, struck me as a wonderful quote that could be applied to many things. I thought, what if we applied it to mental illness, the stigma attached to it. That unless someone cares a whole lot, it’s not going to get better. It’s not.

There is a certain, horrible stigma attached to mental illness and mental health. That if you’re on antidepressants or antipsychotics, you’re crazy. That you can pray away the illness and the depression and everything be just fine. That if you’re on the meds, you’re going to go crazy and kill people or something else.

Being sick, dealing with this stuff, whether it was an inherited illness, natural chemical imbalance or the situation that triggers it, there is nothing weak about it. The strongest people I know are people like me. The ones who want to kill themselves every single day, yet, here they are, still breathing, still fighting. We fight to live every day.

Everyday you wake up, put on clothes, remember to eat and to breathe, you are still fighting. You haven’t given in or given up, even though that would be the easier road. It would be easy to give in to the demons that plague us every day. It would be easy to overdose and just stop breathing. But we fight. And we continue to fight every single time we remember to take a breath. Every time we remember to take the meds that take the edge off, or keep the voices at bay.

Dying, that’s the easy way out. But think of everything that you would miss out on. Your family. Your friends. Watching your life develop into something amazing and worth while. Everything that makes the days a little lighter and happier. We fight.

Here’s the thing. Unless we care an awful lot about changing the stigmas, sharing out stories of our survival, and telling people that we aren’t crazy and it’s real; nothing is going to get better. It’s not. So with that being said, I advise everyone to start talking about mental health and mental illness. Remove the stigma. Just because our illnesses are invisible, it doesn’t mean that it is any less real than cancer. In fact, I want to venture to say that more people are struck with mental illnesses than cancer. Just a thought.

Share your stories, share your triumphs and your strengths. We are not crazy, we are touched with something bigger than ourselves. And we need help sometimes. But that doesn’t mean that we aren’t worth love and happiness and friendship.

Please remember that you are strong enough to live this life. And remember that you are wonderful and worth saving.

Share our stories, and our pages. And together, we will end the stigma of mental illnesses. We have a voice. Now let it be heard.

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About Preslee

I am diagnosed with Bipolar 2 Disorder, Borderline Personality Disorder, Panic and Anxiety disorders, and PTSD. I write about my own personal experiences and thoughts.

Posted on January 27, 2014, in Life, Mental Health, Support and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. i love this. just absolutely love it. thank you for writing this.

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