For the lack of a better term I am using “Mental Issue,” M.I. for short, as a blanket term to describe what we have and deal with on a daily basis. I want to use “Issue” because I don’t want to call it an “Illness.”

Illness, to me anyway, implies that it can be cured, it’s something that you caught and didn’t have before. It’s a part of us, it’s in our DNA, and it’s something we didn’t choose to have but something we live with on a daily basis.

When our M.I. kicks in it’s called “An Episode.” An Episode of what? Are we a sitcom or drama that people sit back and watch? While it may certainly feel this way for non M.I.s, for those of us going through said “episode” it feels more like a storm. Comes on with little to no warning. A lot of huffing and puffing, with loud crashes of thunder. For this reason I will refer to them as Storms and not “Episodes.”

By talking we can begin healing and understanding on both
sides. Ask questions and listen to the answers, don’t judge, don’t speak, just listen.

Monday, July 25, 2016

Cursed Blessing

To know
your true worth,
or rather
is truly a blessing,
or rather,
a curse.


To know
you truly are
speaks volumes.
Actions are
all the proof
you need.


You can be in heaven
but a deafening whisper
can bury you
in the darkest
corners of hell.


a soul.


I am here for you
To help weather the storm.

I have tissue
For the tears are sure to fall.

My shoulder is here
To give you a place to lean on.

My arms are open
To keep you safe in my embrace.

I have an ear
Fill it with your words of woe.

I am here
To stand with you in silence
For you are never alone.