Think of mental illness as a disease creeping up on a beautiful May Tree. Inside, a slow and painful suffering is sweeping through, destroying the internal parts of the tree from the inside. On the outside, at first, nothing can be seen. Even as time trudges on, simple black knobs appear on the branches, and don't seem to be anything serious. Sure, it's seen that something is wrong, but it can't be serious, right? The tree still blooms every spring, and has a full set of leaves. What can possibly be wrong? This is why it's always such a surprise when the tree comes crashing to its demise, and finally succumbs to the virus inside its core. No one saw it coming, sure. But does that mean nothing was happening? No. The tree was slowly being engulfed by the relentless monster hiding inside, and because it was invisible no one noticed its impending death. This is what mental illness does. It creeps up, unbeknownst to those around, and grabs you by the throat, drowning you in its vicious poison. Sure, nothing seems wrong on the outside except for dark eyes, hollow stares. But what could possibly be wrong if you're still functioning? How could anything be amiss if you are still getting up every morning, never letting the curtain slip? If the curtain was ever to fall down, though, everyone would be struck aghast at what lay behind its shiny surface. They wouldn't believe or even understand how you get through every day with such a burden on your back. They would finally see how it tears you apart, steals away who you are until you're left with nothing. It captures your soul and takes over you brain, your mind, your life. Who am I? I wish I could allow others to see through the broken eyes of those of us who suffer this battle and fight in this war everyday. Maybe, just maybe, everyone else will one day understand. We can only hope, can't we? One day, our voices will be heard. I promise.
Hi courtneyacoustic
Welcome to the forum well done for posting
Well done for writing that it is amazing and yet so trure i suffer with depression and other things to name a few other things so i go thorough this.
Hope you are receving help you need have you seen your GP recently?
Take care keep strong and keep talking
Katie
xx
And the tears come streaming down your face,when you lose something you cant replace Till now, I always got by on my own, I never really cared until I met you No-one ever comes close to you
Thank you so much! I also suffer from depression, as well as OCD and anxiety. I am about to go into hospital for my illnesses, and I find writing to be extremely therapeutic.
Hi again
So sorry you are having to go into hopsital but well done for going in and i hope you receive all the help and support you need
keep writing!!
xx
And the tears come streaming down your face,when you lose something you cant replace Till now, I always got by on my own, I never really cared until I met you No-one ever comes close to you
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