Mental Illness

I come from a long line of mental illness, or... rather... incompatibility with our cruel reality.

Suicide runs in my family like red hair and green eyes.

This has made me a target for greedy employers and suitors - who only wanted to use me.

I have suffered incredible abuse in my life - silently - because I have never been allowed a space to speak, a place to heal.

This is how they keep a sick society sick. 

By keeping good folk from speaking out.

This is how they have been preventing our healing.  By asking us to constantly adjust to a sick and dying system.

Because a healed community is not a community vulture-like men can easily exploit.

I look around me and see... it ain't just me. 

In fact, the very society I've been asked to adapt to is clinically fucked.

The logic seems faulty, to heal my heart and mind to better fit into a sick society - I must change who I fundamentally am.

And yet... it is the people of this age who refuse to accept apathetic violence as entertainment, refuse to tolerate sexual assault as just part of the process, the people who are enraged by the non-stop machinations of despicable tyrants - who are the true warriors of this age.

They are the ones history will recall as being brave.

I am mentally ill. 

I am searching for a place to heal.

I am not alone.

And someday the whole world will join me.

Namaste

X
09/10/2024

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