Mental health is not just a condition.
it's a part of me like my arms or my legs
it's like carrying a backpack that nobody can see yet some people when they look at you they are carrying their own
they see it mirrored in you
they see their bag their darkness
having something people can't see makes you doubt it's existence
you aren't sure whether you're making it up
whether you're just after attention
you doubt yourself and that doubt becomes your downfall
it leads you into the the spiral that makes that bag heavier on your back
some days you don't notice it
it occasionally Tugs on your shoulder
yet other days you can't get out of bed because it's pinned you down
instead of on your back it's on your chest
pushing you away from what you need
who can help you
just because you can't see it doesn't mean it isn't there
doesn't mean that it stops me from doing things that I wish I could do
it doesn't mean that you can make jokes about it as if it doesn't matter
as if people don't take their lives or cut into their skin just to try and survive with it
you don't make jokes about someone with cancer
yet you make jokes with someone who can't leave the house because they're afraid
they're afraid of what people might think of what they're wearing
What they've said.
people who can't get out of bed because they don't think the world would notice if they were gone
that their friends and family would be better without them
they walk a tightrope everyday a balance between normality and coping
if they fall they fall hard into just a pit that's so hard to get out of and gets a little bit deeper every time
