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Today I’m about to bare my soul to the world, because when I try to help people who suffer with mental illness, I tell them I don’t see a problem with being out in the open. I tell them not to hide in shame. That we all get dragged down sometimes, and the sun will shine again.
Why do I hide in shame?
So why am I, again, lying in bed while the world sleeps, listening to the voice in my head tell me how worthless I am? That I’m a total failure in all I do, that nothing is ever good enough and people don’t care if I’m struggling?
Why can’t I explain to my partner how fucking terrible I feel? Or say to my own mother that I can’t make it out of bed today because I need to sleep so badly? Due to the fact I was awake all night listening to the demons.
Why is there such shame surrounding this disgusting, terrible, debilitating disease? I put on the mask and tell most of the people I’m fine, but why? How can I explain depression to someone who asks, ‘What have you got to be depressed about?’
How many others suffer in silence?
I am so sick and tired of feeling like this, and long for a day to feel ‘normal’. What if, by being like this, I somehow pass this awfulness on to my children?
How many others sit and suffer in silence, not letting the ones they love know how they feel? Telling no-one that they cry in bed while others are asleep? Telling no-one that their mind is poisoning every part of them and making them physically and mentally ill?
If you could see my mental illness then things would be different, I’m sure. But you can’t, so there is a huge stigma attached that makes me hide in shame, which only makes matters worse.
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