Statistics say: one in four people will experience some kind of mental health problem in the course of a year,Statistics say: Mixed anxiety and depression are the most prevalent in mental disorders.
Statistics say… what could they possibly say? How do they matter? They’re numbers on papers sitting miles and miles away having nothing to do with me or you or someone we would actually care about, but no.
Have there been days where you can’t look at yourself in the mirror? Have there been times where you’ve not eaten because you’re afraid of how you’ll look if you gain that extra pound or what people would say if they watched you binge? Have there been days where no cloth is flattering enough to cover or compliment that body of yours that you don’t think is worthy of any praise? Have there been weeks where it gets harder and harder for you to get out of bed because each day is now a tedious, tiring struggle of not being good enough, smart enough, cool enough…
This is not you. Those times were not you.
Listen, listen closely to me ..to your body.
You are good. You are brave. You are strong. You are worthy. And you are capable, more capable than you think and more capable than they believe. They are of no consequence their opinions do not define you or confine you, break you or shake you, you will not let them. They are not the people who will wake up every single day to your reflection in every shiny surface and your thoughts and emotions in that ever shining body, no, its you.
Your teachers or parents or siblings or spouse are the rocks on the road that help you guide your car but you are the master of your own path. You decide the direction, the time, the route and the destination. An outsider’s opinion only matters to the point of self-depreciation when you don’t have an opinion, a flattering one, of yourself.
Do you like yourself? When you look at yourself in the pale shadows cast on you by the bathroom light at four in the morning because your mind wouldn’t let you sleep do you like yourself? As a person? As a whole? Can you look at yourself and hear only strange voices pointing out your numerous flaws, can you hear those voices lending a hand to your own voice and feel it tearing you down…can you?
You are not perfect. Perfection is a myth of the gods and a wish of the mortals, you are not perfect and that is more than okay. You don’t have to be. Your happiness, your sanity, your mental health comes before their approval, their norms and their expectations. Its okay to be selfish. Its okay to protect yourself from the venom of this poisonous society.
Don’t lose compassion.
Towards yourself and towards others. Be kind and nice, to your own body and to another’s mind. The wants of your own do not outweigh the needs of another, but the wants of another do not outweigh the needs of your own. Its okay to say no. no is a full sentence, explanations and excuses need not follow for the sake of saving face or needless guilt.
You, your reflection, your scars and your mind. If the way to show yourself love is by seeking help, there is no shame, there is no harm. You are in this for the long run. You are not crazy, you are not broken, you have not bought dishonour upon yourself. The blood on the blade and the finger in your throat tell stories only you can hear. Share them. Let them listen. Because you are.
You are now listening.
Listening to your body and you mind and not the voices they are surrounded by, not the inconsequential opinions of those that just breathe and do not live and weigh life by figment norms and structures created by generations long before them.
Statistics say: one in four people will experience some kind of mental problem in the course of the year,
Statistics say: Mixed anxiety and depression are the most prevalent in mental disorders.
I say: Love yourself, love the world and turn those statistics into what they truly should be: numbers on papers sitting miles and miles away having nothing to do with me or you or someone we care about.