HANDS OVER EARS


It brings quite an image to mind, doesn’t it? The hands over ears bit. Or maybe hands over eyes. Hands over mouth? Whichever brings the least blurry image to your mind, work with that. Before I go on, let me establish a couple of things. I am not a professional in this forte and I don’t assume myself as one (this sounds so serious. Yes, it is). Also, I don’t think one needs to be an expert at something before an opinion can take form.

All right, let’s proceed.
Why the serious aura? I don’t know about you but I think mental health disorders deserve that much. Yes, mental health. That part of you that affects how you think, feel and behave. It includes your emotional, psychological and social well-being. It determines a lot of things concerning you. It’s pretty much serious.

Depression. Obsessive compulsive disorders. Personality disorders. Bipolar disorders. Panic attacks. Eating disorders. Post Traumatic Stress Disorders. There are still more of these out there. The net is only too eager to share this information with you. Pictures for dessert.
Human beings cut themselves to the point where blood transfusion is not a viable resort anymore. They hear voices, thoughts, see memories they’ll rather not see, change moods faster than the Flash in extreme doses, withdraw from everyone, and to put the bitter icing on the cake, they go further to the point of suicide.


Do I now have your attention?

I’m sure a lot of us out there have entertained depressing and suicidal thoughts. I know I have. Everyone gets bad days. I know I do. But imagine if this was you every. single. day. Not pretty, is it?

A lot of people are more vocal about their mental health. You see it on their twitter bios. Many write blogs based on mental health alone. People have started petitions. There are so many organizations that are waiting for your call if you feel you have the symptoms. It’s no longer a thing to be ashamed of. Well, it should never have been a thing to be ashamed of, but the cocky ignoramuses of this world don’t make things easy.

I don’t have a mental disorder. But it hurts when I read stories about real people. It hurts that there is so much discrimination in the world and mental health disorders are a part of that. It hurts as I write this because I see pictures and words in my head right now, swirling like a hurricane. It’s not fair but it is. The stigma out there is terrifying and I don’t think it will stop. That’s reality.

To all those out there with mental health issues, no matter how little or big it seems, you’re no less a human being who deserves to be treated with dignity and respect, not pity. Don’t let anyone out there tell you different. Don’t withdraw into your shell. Please. Get therapy if you need it. Change your diet. Make friends worthy of being called the word. Live your life.

To us without, don’t be cocky ignoramuses.

Till next time, keep musing.

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