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People with mental health - my thoughts


People with mental health issue don’t always show that they have any problems.
We suffer in silence and take a lot of the burden on ourselves, for fear of being judged or even rejected. That just isn’t right or fair. We are all entitled to talk freely.

We shouldnt feel that speaking openly about what we are going through / feeling is something to be ashamed of. We fight day by day sometimes hour by hour just to survive and that’s one of the hardest things.  Even to explain to someone who doesn’t suffer.
We may be put under a label or laughed at when we try and explain why we didn’t even get out of bed or even the house in the morning. Because it took all of our energy just to wake up let alone get up.
What sort of a world do we live in when people get to such a point where they think Suicide is the only way out? That they are so alone with there thoughts that they don’t / can’t tell anyone how they really feel. How many lives would be saved if people felt like they could open up.

Now I’m the first to say that i don’t truly open up about how my mental health is and how I’m truly doing day by day. With the fear of being judged or scaring people away if I was honest I do keep a lot to myself. Don’t get me wrong I still have periods when I’m in a trigger before I realise it (hours / days / weeks into it) But telling someone when I’m at my lowest how I feel would be enough to get anyone worried.


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