Hello?
Are you still there?
oh wait!
It was I who vanished, abducted by the confusion running through my head
Honestly, I did'nt think I would ever make it back,
All the spinning pictures inside my minds eye,
were leading me to a hospital , or found next to
the train tracks, cold and dead.
Ive been lost before, but not in this way.
wondering the streets, no place to stay.
No one even seemed to notice that i was missing.
Don't know why I was at all surprised that no one really cared,
inside their own heads, building a private reality all their own.
believing they are the " sane ones" keeps them from feeling scared,
and completely alone.
My mental health has always been far from the " norm"
But im not at all crazy, or insane,
Just a lost frightend soul, running from the pain!
i didnt escape the ongoing pain, the agonizing fear.
But, my mind is not arguing with me at this moment,
and im putting words on paper.
im glad I have returned, happy to be here.
If you suffer from mental illness, youre not broken, or damaged,
I wish people would stop labeling every person whos suffering from a MHC,
as completly crazy!
sadly, there are those who cant find the way back to the rest of us.
My heart breaks for them!
so please, stop putting all of us into one box, or catorgry.
thats basicaly saying that, " theres only one type of cancer"
can you hear how ridicou[es that sounds?
Thank you for reading,
Resa
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Author:
Resa Bronstein (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Good informative write Resa.
This is that same for many illnesses, people find a box that seems to suit and puts it in there.
My wife suffers from dementia and what I now know is that there are over two hundred types of dementia so they cannot be accepted in the same way as just saying "Oh she/he has dementia.
Im currently caring for my Husband's mother.
She has dementia .
She becomes so frightened out of no where.
Her husband refuses to accept her diagnosis, he becomes easily frustrated with her.
Its a very difficult senerio.
Thank you for your comment
Great insightful write Resa and welcome back.
If we don't go we can't come back
and coming home is th best feeling?
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