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.

Thursday, October 12, 2017

My Storm

There’s a storm brewing.  It hits every year at the same time and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
It will hit with all the strength and furry any God could muster.  It will consume and utterly destroy me, drawing me into the depths of its darkest emotions.
The closer it approaches, the darker the sky will become, until no light can escape its grasp.
There is no eye to this storm, no calm whatsoever.  So when it hits it’s at full force, with nothing to slow it down.
When the storm finally leaves I will be left on the ground, my body completely shattered.  I will slowly recover, in time for the next storm.
But you will never see the destruction for it resides deep inside my soul.