It is amazing how many people suffer from significant mental illness. Sometimes it is obvious, but often it isn’t. It is only when brought up in conversation that you hear, “Oh, yeah. Me too.” Or. “I have XYZ.” Or. “I was hospitalized for two months for XYZ.”
Anxiety and depression disorders are prevalent. Many, many people get freaked out in social situations or by crowds, etc, and many of those people have actually been diagnosed by professionals. They need meds and many of them have no doctor or prescription or money to pay for any of it, so they suffer.
1 in 4 people live with a mental illness. That means that today, while I was at work as a barista, at least one person (if not more) also has a mental illness.
BUT WE DON’T DARE TALK ABOUT IT!!!
Ugh. It is so aggravating. Why is there such a freakin’ stigma about mental health?! Someone tells you they have arthritis and you feel compassionate. Someone tells you they have diabetes and we are compassionate. Someone says they are schizophrenic and we run and we scream and we ostracize them. Bullshit.
I know people who have or do suffer from: eating disorders, anxiety disorders, depressive disorder, addiction, schizophrenia, schizoaffective disorder, bipolar 1, bipolar 2, post-partum depression, post-partum bipolar disorder…And maybe it is because I try to be a mental health advocate, or maybe it has been my visits in the psych ward, or maybe, it is simply the compassion I have for the human race!
I am so tired of the whispering and the shame and the “Please, don’t say anything” of it all. I just wish life were a little easier, a little more fair, for those of us living with mental illness.