A great post about the need to be able to talk and understand mental illness better.
Pre-emptive disclaimer: It’s been a very fraught fortnight so please bear with me with this post. It’s the first time I’ve tried to write anything since our family was plunged into panic.
When I first wrote about my struggles with mental illness, a lot of people told me how brave I was. Not for surviving, but for talking about it. No one has ever congratulated me on my bravery for writing about my physical illness. They have congratulated me for surviving, but never just for talking about it. That’s because talking about physical illness is not dangerous, or at least, not in the same way that it is for talking about mental illness.
No one is suddenly going to fear me because my spine has problems. They are not going to wonder if I pose a threat to them, or others, because my leg muscles have atrophied. No one wears…
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