Since this horrific journey began, so many unknown elements are being exposed to me.
Elements that seemed so acceptable and ‘normal’ (most disliked word now).
I read so many lived experience blogs and medical articles, some times, it feels as if the top of my head will lift off.
Professionals and non-professionals speak of ‘recovery’ for those of us who suffer mental illness.
I beg to differ strongly in the description of our individual experiences.
For many suffering mental illness, there will never be ‘recovery’.
It’s time society stops making these naive and, at times, patronising assumptions and statements.
We need to start treating mental illnesses as a cancer of the soul and mind. Not as if it is some mystical, untouchable, imaginary condition.
Robin Williams (may he rest in peace), is a prime example of a person with ‘soul and mind cancer’ (aka: mental illness), utilising many different methods of therapy and treatments, throughout his life. All of which most definitely contributed towards his life being extended to 63 years of age. If he tried coping without professional intervention, the educated assumption would be that his life would have ended many, many years (possibly decades) earlier.
I know of many friends who have been on medication for a long time and will probably be on them for the rest of their lives. I’m coming up to 3 years on my medications. They are keeping me alive, no doubt about it. If I stop taking them, my chances of dying increase greatly.
Now if we had Cancer and were taking medication or attending treatments to help us fight to remain alive, we’d be looked at as battlers and heroes.
But those of us with mental illness are looked upon as ‘weak and naive’ because we take medications which help us with our respective illnesses.
Also, just as Cancer can go into remission, so to it appears can depression and other mental illnesses. The treatments worked to give the sufferer a time of respite.
Then later something may trigger the mental illness and the fight is back on for survival.
Society needs to stop placing unrealistic expectations on people with mental illness (severe or otherwise). We already struggle with our inner demons enough, without having society expecting us to one day, ‘simply get better’.
I’m in the process now, of accepting the fact that my mental illnesses will be my lifelong companions. And as such there will be days we get along well and other days we hate each other desperately.
But recovery is a false dream for many of us, so stop shoving it down our throats.
‘Love Sometimes Comes Like a Dream & Leaves Like a Nightmare’