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The first chapter tells about what it's like having a mental illness for myself. |
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Beginning with a soft murmur, a lighted pathway provides a trail of anticipation; a miraculous victory of perseverence. The sights and sounds of longing tells me that I'm not capable of doing something; it's those anticipated goals that get in the way of my dreams. I never felt good about my accomplishments because of the negativism I've received from other people. Feeling good about what I'd done was difficult; I never felt that I was good enough. I tried real hard, but, my solution was that I would shy away from pursuing them. Not measuring up to their standards (the way it should be done); it seemed that I was always being compared to others on how well they did things. I thought that I could accomplish things by proving to them that I could do it. I never understood why I was being put down all the time. At first, I felt great whenever I accomplished something, but, that feeling would soon fizzle out (act feebly), lacking energy, effectiveness. It took a long time for me to make a decision on what I wanted to do with my life. I finally found my niche when I discovered that I wanted to become a writer. Happy with my decision, having a mental illness myself, I thought I could help others overcome their battles (struggles) having to deal with this chronic condition. Figuring that I could come out of my shell, I could make things better for them by offering hope and friendship. Setting up a strategy to help get them out of it, I thought I could help someone get through a difficulty or crisis of any kind. Getting out of a bad situation, many people say to me, is just to get out of it. Easier said than done; if someone did decide to leave, they could be threatened, or worse yet, they could end up losing their life. Causing fear in the victims heart, they know full well that they could be killed by their perpetrator. Wishing that more people would be more understanding, they wouldn't understand, unless they were living in a situation of this kind. It's such a shame that big businesses forget what it was like when they first started out. Sharing information with another, they wanted to help small businesses succeed; this doesn't seem to be happening anymore. Turning people into a stubborness that won't budge (give an inch), is what these big businessess have done. Droves of people have died, due to Covid19; a virus that has become full-blown. The refusal to get vaccinated could be the reason behind this; not only does it cause harm to themselves, but to others as well. Less likely to spend time in the hospital, are the one's who have been vaccinated, wheras, the chances of that are greater when they don't, which, in most cases, results in death. My question is this: Why should people have to die because of someone's negligence to get vaccinated, when doing what they're supposed to do? When will they wake up and realize what they've done, before many more lives are lost? What's the justice in that? In my opinion, I can compare this with an abortion. Instead of murdering unborn babies, they're murdering live human beings. We are discriminated against when our medical, dental, and vision insurance are taken away from us. As much much as anybody else, we should be entitled to have decent health care. Those who are disabled, who can't afford to pay for these things, are controlled by the power of the wealthy. The ability to take away anything that could of help to them, those less fortunate than they are, don't get the health benefits that they need. Being bullied by those who are powerful, when people are weak, they usually end up committing suicide, because they're weak-minded to begin with. This is such a tragic waste of a person's existence; they could've been a vital part of their community. They had talents, ambitions, and dreams just like those of the upper classes. It wasn't their fault, being on a limited income, that they couldn't afford to pay for their schooling. Certain privileges were given to businesses to make them successful, whereas, those who are on disabilities weren't given those same privileges. There are some people on disability that aren't able to maintain a job; business owners need to come to terms with this fact. In their minds, they think that they are lazy and don't want to work. This is a misnomer that needs to be re-examined; it would be smart of them to re-think their statements. Showing some consideration (a little decency) in this matter, would show that they aren't heartless. It would certainly help for them to show a little bit of caring. A welcome addition to their well-being is to offer them a positive outlook in their life. Encouragement, a huge factor of motivation, would get them to believe in themselves. Instead of forcing someone into doing what you want them to do, let them show you what they have to offer. One would never know it, but, they could have a hidden talent that hasn't been discovered yet. Too much, too fast, can be a leading cause of depression. This would destroy a person's self image, causing their self-esteem level to go down. Believe me, this isn't where you'd want them to be. Hunkering them down to their rock-bottom, can eventually lead to their suicide. For someone to take their own life, leaves a huge empty spot in humanity. We are all valued (important). When a life is taken, it leaves an emptiness in society; when we see a human take their own life, this leaves a question that needs to be answered. What kind of pain were they going through? Not measuring up to societies norms causes different kinds of stresses, more than anyone could ever realize. Offering no hope for the future, with the current pressures of today, it's hard to buy a home, due to skyrocketing prices. It's absolutely ridiculous. The world is full of homelessness. No one should be without a place to live. How can we solve this problem? For a minute, let's just put our heads together. There will come a time when we'll need to acquire the services of a doctor. Due to all the restrictions that are put upon them, the way it is now, doctors are quitting their professions. Doctors need to be able to talk to their patients, and need to be available for us when we need them. Patients need doctors to explain what is going on with them. To restore the willingness to live, a caring doctor goes a long way. Willingness matters; without that, it would cause a decline in one's physical and mental health. It is less likely that an elderly person will be cared for. Without family members who care about them, there wouldn't be anyone that they could turn to for help when they're alone. For the individual, this can be very frightening; I know that it's like that for me. It terrifies me, the thought of going into an assisted living or a nursing home. My mother told me that the man who gave her a bath was being rough with her. When I had to leave the nursing home, she would be in tears. I kept silent about this, but I was angry about what she told me. When I saw a bunch of bruises on her arm, I became a bit suspicious about that. When my mother passed away, I asked a nurse if I could have a camera to take pictures of her arm, and she did. In hopes to get justice for my mother, I was planning to use those pictures as evidence. Trying to fight the doctors and staff in court, I didn't think that I had a chance; I didn't have the money for one thing. I could kick myself for not trying. To make matters worse, the fact that I have a mental illness would make the case unbelievable. The judge would probably say that I was making it all up and that it was all in my head. It would've totally devasted me to hear someone say that. Regarding this case, I probably would've questioned my own judgement. Because of my disability, the judge would most likely say that I was crazy. How would I have been able to prove anything? I know it would've been difficult. The next chapter will be about a soft murmur, a lighted pathway. This will be the start of helping myself, and hopefully help others to overcome the stigma of mental illness. I know it can't be overcome, but, by making it more tolerable to live with, that they can deal with it better. Restoring normalcy back into a chaotic brain, victorious celebrations would happen in my liffe and theirs. Written by Anna Marie Carlson Monday, February 21, 2022 |
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