“I pledge my commitment to the Blog for Mental Health 2014 Project. I will blog about mental health topics not only for myself, but for others. By displaying this badge, I show my pride, dedication, and acceptance for mental health. I use this to promote mental health education in the struggle to erase stigma.”
Delicate is… Life. Our minds. Each moment.
I blog to heal myself. I blog in hopes that someone might come across my writing and won’t feel as alone as they did yesterday. I blog because I would like to contribute to ending the stigma around mental illness. I blog because I feel I’ve found a community of others that think and feel like I do and that’s pretty flippin’ neat. I blog because I’m crazy. I blog because I’m not crazy. I blog because I’m creative. I blog because I’m a comedian. I blog because I have a lot to say and my husband would send me packing if I truly spoke every crazy thought. I blog to keep track of my mood and activities for my own monitoring and for reporting to those that are helping to care for me. I blog because I think I have something interesting to say. I blog because my ego believes that I have unique and incredible stories and journeys that you want to hear about. I blog because I don’t have the balls to write a book quite yet.
My writing is dark. My writing is light. My writing is comical. My writing is gruesome. My writing is honest. My writing is twisted. My writing is raw. My writing is messy. My writing is genius. My writing is elementary.
Bipolar is a two faced beauty queen. She is a virgin, ballerina, poet and a fishnet wearing whore – sometimes in the same day. She is beautiful and dark. She is soft and abrasive. I’m watching her closely and taking notes as I try to figure her out.
I wanted to contribute to this project because I am ecstatic that there are others out there trying to make a change in how we view mental illness. When someone gets sick with the flu, gets cancer, is diagnosed with emphysema, we gather around them with support and prayer. Mental illness isn’t always viewed in such a supportive light. I hope that with each blog entry posted for this project, we move stigma one step closer to the middle of a busy New York road so that it can be run over by a bus, picked at by rats and roaches, end up a carcass that is dropped into a landfill to rot away.