When the words Collide! Be strong!
What was the hardest thing about having a mental illness like PTSD, DEPRESSION, ANXIETY?
I THINK it was the silence; when people discover that you suffer from mental illness, they don’t know what to say, and the conversation becomes rigid or they can become so far away.
I wish people would ask more about my emotions, I wish they would show an interest to know what I’m going through, I wish they would listen more than imply their minds on what they think I supposed to do. I wish they would allow me to share my experiences to feel that I don’t need to suffer alone. But as reality reveals, people are afraid of what they fear might come to them..
Rather than judgement within religious people that I am demonic, or judgement generally that I am an unhealthy and crazy person. In the sight of humanity, I was dehumanised.
What I discovered is that, due to my personal injuries many might not be as willing to talk as I am. As far as we know, the stigma of mental illness hurts more than the illness itself.
Somehow I am grateful because the illness had taught me well to discover the part of me which cannot be achieved by someone else who would go through the circumstances I have been. And I know that not all people suffering are as observant and as open as I am.
Within this perspective, I realised though that I have given an impression to some whom are willing to learn about mental illness and how do I manage to live life daily. I share the insights and understanding to those who didn’t experience the causes of my suffering. Isn’t that supposed to be a valuable lesson for anybody to stop giving a brand on people’s lives suffering in different ways or manner of illness mentally..
You have no Idea you hurt us bad when you are a believer and you say we are suffering from demons.
You have no idea you hurt us bad when you, without religion speaks that we are crazy, making fun of us in your private conversations and addressing us as the extra cost of society.
In this manner, I would like to send a letter to those who suffer PTSD like me. Even though you suffer depression or anxiety.. God is not as the men who judge you. He understands what you’re going through and there is a purpose that someone else should learn from you because He knows you are stronger than those who can’t afford to carry that burden.
God is with you and with the broken heart. Your wings will be restored and you will stand again. Do not be afraid to speak your mind, because I know that despite of your suffering.. You are mindful of what others would feel if you throw them the wrong word. I know you care despite the fact that it isn’t seen obviously. I know you are strong in the surface but soft beneath those lines of strong words you released.
Be brave and Be prayerful to a God who knows you more than anyone else. Don’t let your heart be frightened. Do not be afraid. God is with you wherever you go. He will never abandon you, He will uphold you and Hold you with His Righteousness.
Love and blessings