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.

Friday, April 15, 2016


“Let us dance,
You and I.”
“What the hell,
It’s worth a try.”

I’ve done this dance,
Since the day I was born.
But for everyone else,
I have to mourn.

With all his tricks,
Has yet to take me,
I am still full of kicks.

We tango,
Us two.
But he will not touch me,
Afraid, maybe, of what I might do.

Every morning I wake,
With a long and heavy sigh.
So I challenge Death,
“Let us dance, you and I!”

-  Max M. Power

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