Weeping minds

Weeping Minds

-let's understand mental health-

 She woke up that morning with her mind whirring...

A steady buzz in her head of images, pictures, and dreams dripping paint.

A heart aching with the yearning for life, a dream, a world where she could love herself without guilt. A world where she is surrounded by herself- where every aspect of her is carefully scattered in the space she calls home.

Where her chaotic soul is set free.

That morning she woke up with her heart pumping blood in a million hues as her alarm shrieked the 6 AM of her monotony.

Stretching out the longing in every fiber of her being, she stared at her painted ceiling... 

Feeling the cold creep up her limbs, the same helpless numbness that wrecks her peace, she got up to dance to her discordant existence.

As she walked away, only the acrylic stars lay witness to that silent moment of tears unshed.

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All of us have heard of anxiety, depression, and mental illness but despite people speaking up about it, it is still somewhat of an alien concept to many. I have not been diagnosed with anxiety, depression, OCD, or any such illness but even then there have been instances where I have felt so close to that breaking point due to the discomfort of my mind. And it's not just me. Almost all of us find ourselves in tough spots. 

Now sit and think about people with real issues. One misdirected word making them insecure, mind going off the rail, and unlike you, they can't even find their way back. Not without help. 

And help? They are not asking for a bag of sugar. It takes a lot to just consider asking for help. When you aren't even truly understanding the gravity of their helplessness how are they to come to ask you for help? And when they can't even come to you, someone close enough, for help, how are they to seek help elsewhere at a stranger's doorstep?

Think about it.

You listen to music, talk to friends or family, take a break- a breather, and find yourself at peace after a while, maybe even longer. 

Now imagine being unable to get out of your head. Imagine being imprisoned in a dark place with nothing but your demons left to gnaw at the memory of light as well.

Yes, its"s not easy.

And no, I don't expect you to understand. Not entirely. But you can accept them.

You can think before you talk, you can choose your words right, you can check in on your close ones, you can refrain from making jokes that target and trigger people, you can try.

You

Can

Try.

It just takes a little bit to be more accepting, to be more present. Not everyone has people looking out for them as they scream into their own dark world. There might be people who need you. There might be people you can help. There might be someone close to you right now, struggling to make head or tail of their desperation. 

So let us be more considerate. 

Let us not throw words around like confetti.

Let us try. 

 

Stephen Fry captures this perfectly in his words:-

“If you know someone who’s depressed, please resolve never to ask them why. Depression isn’t a straightforward response to a bad situation; depression just is, like the weather.

Try to understand the blackness, lethargy, hopelessness, and loneliness they’re going through. Be there for them when they come through the other side. It’s hard to be a friend to someone who’s depressed, but it is one of the kindest, noblest, and best things you will ever do.”

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The small snippet/ musing was me trying to understand convey the struggles of a person with depression . Please excuse me for any incorrect depiction and let me know about your views! I am also linking a friend's blog post down below. She has been suffering from depression and anxiety for a long time now. Read her article to hear it raw and directly from an affected.

sanasayssmile (click here to read her blog post)