The year after I graduated high school, two students (I didn’t know personally) commit suicide. This happens every four or five years and the only thing that the school district did was allow posters around the campus. The students were the ones to take action, with a mental health week, a club, and just talking about it. I have this one memory of my friend handing out bracelets that only said “talk about it”. I hope it was effective for her, considering the fact that she was questioning her gender at the time and also battling her case of lifelong depression.
It seems very important to be the one in charge in any situation or relationship, but sometimes, you need to put your state of mind over anything else.
Your mental health affects your everything. Your life, career… well I could go on.
Let’s talk about mental health. This could mean anything different when compared to a group of people.
I’m not a counselor or a therapist, but I’ve had my fair share and a little more of shit, and I’m ready to talk about it.
Details, details, details.
Now, I’m not going to go into my history too deep in each post, but I’ll say the big ones. You know the big ones. The pitiful reminders that created your negative side. You could think of its cousin, the little voice in your head telling you to jump in a pit of lava.
The big ones are those reminders telling you to stay the same way forever.
Every Tuesday coming forth (until I run out), I will be tackling a Big One, telling readers about how it came and how I recovered. Some of these may still be recurring, where I just can’t escape my past, but I’ll still talk about it.
Most of the will have no trigger warning, except maybe one. My life has not been that extreme.
So, I hope you join me next week for my journey to tackle the Big Ones.