Wednesday, August 13, 2014

#ImNotGoingAnywhere and What It's Like to Work In Mental Health On This Day

Today is my first day back at work.

It's the first day back since someone who I admire with an intensity that goes beyond affection and branches into the realm of awe took his own life.

It's the first day that I will sit across from people and gather information about how they're feeling and how many other times they've tried to get help.

It's the first time that someone will describe something that sounds like major depression or bipolar disease, and I'll know what needs to be done for them.

It's the first time that I won't be able to do anything because I'm not a doctor, but I'll be able to get them with the person who can.

It's the first time that I'll tell them that we're available 24/7 and they can call at any time if there's a problem.

It's the first time that I'll tell someone that this is a disease and not their fault. 

It's the first time I'll tell someone that they can't get better from a depression until they're clean and sober.

It's the first time I'll do a lot of things today that I've done almost every day for years and years.

But today, I'll be thinking about him.

Today, I'll be saying it and desperately wishing that I could have been there for this total stranger who needed help.

Today, I'll be asking the universe why we couldn't get to someone when there are SO MANY people like me in the world.

Today, I'll be a little bit angry about it because we need to do better.

We have to do better.

I'll blame myself not because I had any control but because someone has to fix this. We have to do better. As a nation and a profession and a medical community, we have to do better.

If I was heartbroken two days ago, I'm even more so now. I'm never ready to say goodbye to anyone that I could have helped. Never. No matter how near or far or out-of-my-reach they are, I still could have helped in some divine intervention threw us together on the street.

I'm no more talented or intelligent than the thousands of other people who do what I do in this very big and supposedly very accepting country. We're all hurting today. Not because we could really have done anything, but because even with our lack of impact on the situation we still didn't do enough.

Depression and bipolar disease are not moral issues. They're diseases. They're words that are stigmatized to mean "crazy" or "too lazy to stop crying and get things done."

And you know what? That's bullshit.

We have to do better. We have to stop treating mental illness as an unfixable problem. We have to stop encouraging people to keep to themselves about their hurt because hurt that can't be seen doesn't exist.

I want to shout this from the rooftops.

It does exist. It's very real. There's nothing wrong with you. You're suffering from a disease that lies to you and tell you that you're the problem.

You're suffering.

Don't do it alone because your shit head cousin or neighbor or best friend thinks they know what they're talking about and tells you that depressions don't exist. Depression makes you listen to negative people because depression wants you to believe bad things about yourself. 


People you love you will stand by you and support you through the help you need. They'll help you find a doctor. They'll go with you to appointments. 

And if you read that and think no one loves you, remember this:


And I'm never more than a click away. 

Today is going to be tough. I'll get through it because there are people like him in the world who deserve more out of life. No matter how much money or good fortune they have, they deserve more out of life.

And I'll be here because I'm not going anywhere.

Are you going anywhere? If not, post it on the comments. Post it on Twitter. On Facebook. On Instagram. On your forehead.

We're standing by people with mental illness.


Tuesday, August 12, 2014

It's Not Your Fault.

It's late. I'm up working on freelance projects and trying to get myself organized for tomorrow. Pretty standard. Well, I'm trying to pretend it's standard. 

It's not.

My heart hurts, and I've been in and out of pools of tears since earlier this evening. 

I've talked before about how I get attached to people who I don't know. 

This is different. This is beyond that. I did feel like I knew him. I grew up watching him. I wanted him to be part of my family. I wanted him to come make me laugh. I remember knowing who he was when I was a toddler. I remember knowing that he was funny, and I remember laughing at things that I was still too young to understand. 

But I did understand.

Anyway, I'm not ready to really write all of this out because it's late and I'm tired and it's all really raw. I feel like it shouldn't be because, again, total stranger, but it is still so raw. 

So, I'm just going to leave this and probably watch it 1,000 more times over the next week or month or year. I want to scream it so loud that I know he hears it. I want to believe that he can hear everything and he understands now. I want him to know that he is worth all of our love even though he's gone.

You were always deserving. You will always be deserving. You are and will always be enough.

It's not your fault. 

I'm not sure that it's hip to be square, kids. Today, it doesn't feel like it.

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Glutton For The Best Kinds of Punishment

Ok. I've been absent a lot lately. I haven't spent anytime with you silly people, and that is no bueno. I need to make more time to fill this space up with my inane and ridiculous thoughts. And I will. 

I mean, I'll try to.

I mean, I will. 

I totally will. 

Just, don't get mad if it's, like, 2 weeks before you see me again. 

I have a really good reason, I swear!

You're right. It's not a good enough reason to ignore you, but it's still a pretty damn good reason. 

Anyway, remember how I'm a crazy person? And remember how I have a job that fills up, like, 80 hours per week and we're building a house and trying to sell this house and there is just a hella lotta things going on and yeah? And remember, remember how life has been so stressful lately and I probably should be vegging out and not looking for more to keep myself busy with?

Go back to the part where we all agreed I'm crazy.

Anyway, I have opened a freelance ghost writing business called Nearly Headless Writer. 

[Side note: If you don't get the joke, we probably can't be friends.]

Anywho, I have been working through some freelance sites and getting work by just being willing to try things. I never have enough confidence in my skills, and I'm never sure that my work is good enough. The feedback has been positive, though, and I'm really enjoying it. Like REALLY enjoying it. 

Oh, and I'm getting paaaaiiiiidddddd. [Added bonus achievement unlocked.]

Even though it's more to balance, is has actually taken a huge amount of stress off of me for almost 10,000 reasons. That's a really good things.

Regardless, I probably won't be talking about it much on here because this is my word vomit place and that is my word prose place, but I wanted to share something happy with you kids for once. 

So if you're missing me, I'm probably not far away from this space on another similar space typing my little fingers off. 

Typee typee type.

Oh, and thanks for being the most supportive group a girl who has been through a huge amount could ask for. You're always there when I need to yell, and you're never missed a beat when it's time to celebrate. Whether you're next door or across the world, I really appreciate your being so close. 

And as always, it's hip to be square, kids.

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