Have you ever been asked the ages old question, ” What do you like to do? “, and just sit there and literally think a few minutes before you come up with an answer?
And what was your answer? Did you stumble your way through giving an adequate enough answer to pacifying the interrogator? Or did you come up with a lame excuse that just barely meet the requirements of your friend? Either way, you aren’t alone. The kind of answers I gave sounded lame even in my ears. Here’s a typical answer that I often give,
” Uhhh….I don’t know, play games? Go for a walk on a nice, sunny beach, while I listen to the waves crash against the rocks? Listen to music in my car while I sit on top of Blueberry Hill, bare feet hanging outside the doors of my convertible, a wine glass in my hand, taking in the rays of sunshine? “
Eh. Don’t kid yourself. That’s just fantasy and we all know it.
I could be wrong, but most people couldn’t give a straight answer to save their lives. And if you can, well then kudos to you. I’m proud of you. I really am. But on the flip side, it’s perfectly normal, and maybe even healthy, to not know what you really want to do in your life. It just means there’s room for growth.
But I disgress. I literally sat there for a full minute or so trying to come up with an adequate answer to the question put forth to me. ” What do you like to do for fun? What do you want to do for fun? ” And I came up blank. Not entirely true, but they were general things like, going for a walk, going out to eat, playing games on the computer, and a few other things. Day to day stuff. But for me, it just wasn’t enough. I wanted something more. Something tangible. Something I could be proud of. Something I can share with the world and say this is my creation. My hope. My dream.
So one day I sat outside on a rock. And I allowed myself to drift off into the realm of day dreams. And then it came to me in a flash, as things usually do. I know what I like to do! I like to write! I have always loved to write. I have dreamed of writing since I was a wee baby in diapers with pacifier in mouth. Eh, no, seriously, as long as I can remember anyway.
But it’s true. I have always wanted to write. I love to write. It allows me to paint a picture with words, draw a tapestry using just words to create a thousand pictures in your mind. Writing isn’t simply dotting your i’s and crossing your t’s; no, it’s much, much more than that. It allows freedom of expression for those who can’t draw worth a shit, like me. Best I can do is a stick figure and even then, it looks like a fairy tale straight out of the Crooked Fairy House. No joke.
You can literally write about anything, really. The advent of the internet allowed thousands of people to migrate to the world wide web to exercise their creative writing potential. But so to does the dreaded ‘ writer’s block ‘ rears it’s ugly, misshapen head. And believe you not, I deal with that particular demon for years. But this time, I had a reason. And a damn good reason. I had to ask myself, ” What do I want to write about? ” and it just suddenly hit me. A blog! But….a blog about what, exactly? Simple! Write about what you know! Okay, it’s not that simple, but long story short, I decided to write a blog about, yes, you got it, Mental health.
Why do I hear the echoing sighs of despair? The collective groans of agony from my readers? ‘ Oh no, not another one. Worry not, dear readers, this isn’t just yet another run-of-the-mill blog that you see on a daily basis. I hope to achieve something that I haven’t yet come across or seen on the net, something that I dare say might very well be unique in all of it’s glory. Without spilling too much about what I am going to write about, and thus ruining the surprise, let me ask you a simple question :
Is your mental health, whether it’s anxiety, depression, schizophrenia, or any number of the myriad names given to sometimes incorrectly misdiagnosed mental health disorders, all in your head?
Yes. And no.
Rather than discussing the stigma of mental health here, I will just direct you to the ‘ Resources ‘ tab located at the top of the page, and there you can read more about my thoughts, opinions and resources I have listed there. Here, I just want to tell you about what I have set out to do. I am no doctor. Never pretended to be. But I do, very much so, have an interest in the area of mental health. It’s not something to laugh at, and it should be taken seriously. A great many people go through their lives fighting a mental health that they don’t understand or know about; or even worst, they know about but wouldn’t be accepted for it in their respective communities. In short, mental health is one of those topics that people refuse to talk about or acknowledge. Thankfully, society has been getting better at understanding the trials and tribulations of going through life with a mental illness, but we haven’t reached full understanding or acceptance quite yet.
So instead of writing about mental illnesses, mental health and what not; and bore you to death in the process; I am, instead, going to choose to write about mental health from a perspective that is very much mine. Why? Because I am one of those people who suffer from the trials and tribulations of living an entire life with a mental illness and I speak from experience. Even better? I haven’t allowed it to define my life, or define who I am. Instead, I have used it to my advantage. A better understanding of who I am, what I am, and a greater understanding of people in general. It has given me the love and courage to deal with day to day life and a better understanding of why people do what they do.
And with this blog I hope to share those experiences with you. I hope that by reading this blog, you learn a little something about yourself, and hopefully, just hopefully, use it to attain your own inner peace and peace of mind.