Writing About Mental Health Is Harder Than It Sounds

“If you can’t make your own neurotransmitters, store bought is fine.”

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Maybe I can blame it on the incessant anxiety attack on Saturday, but I didn’t even realize that I hadn’t written anything on Sunday until noon, Monday.

That piece I posted on Saturday, about that anxiety attack, was one of the hardest things I’ve ever written. It’s raw, it’s bitter. It’s a bit like unsweetened chocolate — you know it has the potential to taste great but it needs a bit of polishing and a healthy serving of sugar to turn it into something worthwhile.

It was also exhausting to write. I say that I don’t care what people think of my writing, but anyone who rights know that’s a little bit bullshit.

See — Even he knows! (Photo Credit: Skitterphoto)

The problem with writing about my mental health is not that I’m afraid of what people think of my writing — I’m afraid of what they think of me.

I spent a lot of time as a kid being defined by my medication. Any outburst or irrational behavior got this response:

Did you take your meds today?

It was in the most snide and condescending tone that you can imagine. No one thought to take into account that I was a 15 year old girl — hormones are a bitch. Everything was blamed on my bipolar disorder and whether or not I had taken my medication that day.

I haven’t taken medication in 12 years, but that fear still lingers in my mind. 12 years as a functioning adult, but I’m still afraid to talk about my mental illness because of that stigma that accompanies it.

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That stigma follows me around the Sword of Damocles hanging over my head even though very few people know that there is an imbalance in my brain-juice.

That fear, that stigma, is why I need to write about mental health. Because I am afraid, and can still write and there are far too many people out there that can’t — for whatever reason — so those of us who can have to be their voices too.

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