Mental Health Stigma: My Experience
Imagine breaking your leg and going to hospital but no one does anything to help you out, not so much as batting an eyelid. They don’t even care, so it deteriorates. That’s what it’s like to have a mental health issue. Because it’s not physically there, we have to pretend it isn’t, which in the long run makes it worse. People constantly make fun of mental health. Everyone goes about things differently, but from how I’ve experienced it is that if someone does a cry for help on social media they get classed an attention seeker,but actually, yeah, they do want attention. Because they want help. Sometimes it’s impossible to ask, so little hints get made so that people come to you instead. Some people cut. Some drink. But that’s because the help isn’t there. Thousands of people die each year because they failed to get the help needed to help them progress through life and deal with what they suffer with because no one cares. The importance of mental health is never taught or talked about. It’s a silent killer and it’s getting worse.
As a sufferer of depression and anxiety since the age of 6 I still don’t know how to deal with these things so I don’t expect anyone else to know. I can go from being the happiest person in the world to trying to kill myself in about 10 seconds. It’s like the girl who suffers with mental health isues is a completely different person to the girl who owns her own business and is doing things with her life.
I’m afraid to tell people about my mental health because most people who have come into my life have left because they can’t deal with the dramatic mood swings and the really emotionally unstable days of my life.
Just think about waking up every day in fear because you don’t know if that’s going to be the day you hit rock bottom and you go back to not leaving the house, constantly crying, standing in the shower for hours, picking out every insecurity, working out how you want to attempt suicide next… But you have no control over stopping these things from happening. Because your mind wants to work on its own.
Personally I have never found any type of therapy or counselling useful. Speaking to people constantly about my past and reliving every negative detail of my life has just never appealed to me. I refuse to take the medication because I don’t want a tablet controlling my emotions and forcing me to be okay. These are the types of problems dealt with most days in my life and maybe even in other sufferers’ lives.
Where do we go from here? Who do we go to? How do we go about doing so? These are also the types of problems we have to deal with every single day.