But what if your ‘mental illness’ is of the destructive type.
The type that demands to be seen as it rips through all that squeezes itself tightly into safe
What if it is not borne out of the illusion of chemical imbalance but rather is ignited by trauma; personal, familial, societal, ancestral, all the ‘als’….
‘You can’t say that ‘
‘Shut your f***ing mouth’
So insidious that we wrap it in shiny things, paint on a brittle smile born out of fear of exposure and grimace,
‘Stop that, just take your tablets’
SHUT YOUR DIRTY MOUTH
What if your ‘mental illness’ is not illness at all but an over worked nervous system trying to survive in a world of plasters and illusions,
Avoidance and denial
Shame heaped upon shame
Blame heaped upon blame.
But…what if there is truth in any of what you say?
‘There but for the Grace of God go I’; go us all.
There is no place here for;
A nervous system that asks for explanations, apologies and accountability
Much easier to plaster and medicate
It’s okay not to be okay
But do it quietly please
We don’t tolerate behaviours here
Nothing to see