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.

Saturday, April 16, 2016

Prisoner of Darkness

Stuck in a corner
The darkness is coming
It gets colder, darker
And impossible to breathe.

I hear a faint whisper
That seems to make me shiver.
It sings, “feel the pain
Give in, give away.”

I don’t understand
I’m stuck here for I don’t know
How long
Someone helps me,
Free me please.

All I feel is darkness taking over
It’s too late, I give in
It’s too much pain to fight.

Now I here,
And I sing with the darkness too.

- My Daughter

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