From someone who has a mental illness:I know you might not think so but I’m really trying hard. I don’t do it on purpose. I didn’t pick this card. I’m doing my very best to get this hurdle jumped. But no one else is there to get me out this slump. I don’t know what you want from me. Give me a hint, a clue. Please give me a sign. Show me what to do. If you only knew how much I struggle in this war, maybe someone would be there to raise me from the floor. it’s time to stop pretending; time to open your eyes – give me a hand instead of looks and sighs. It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s not that I don’t care. The fact is I ned help too. I need somebody there.
Something bothers me about the way mental illness is treated.
‘IF the treatment of some psychiatric illnesses is worse than the disease itself, it could be said that the treatment is dubious to begin with. If some psychiatrists are actually harming the very people they claim to be assisting. Is this what legitimate medicine is about?’
Quoted from my son’s writings.
