01/28/2024
What if mental illness was really a superpower? Think about it. It actually makes sense that it’s a superpower and perhaps one of the most carefully guarded secrets of our time. It has to be the most powerful one because it’s the most feared. Think about the basics of life; grocery shopping, socializing, having to deal with customer service, etc. We do all of that while fending off demons. I picture a non-mentally ill person going about their day. I cannot relate to the sense of ease. Then I add an overlay of it also being a zombie apocalypse and that’s when I can definitely relate.
Think about if we all band together and rose up and told everyone that our struggles were actually a superpower. We would be laughed at or more likely locked away for our delusions. Yet, surviving in such darkness is incredibly powerful.
We know what it’s like to be in the grips of such madness. But what if, for a moment, we instead joined forces and tapped into the energy instead of fearing it. If our collective power depends on stability we may never get to where we want to be. Instead of seeing us losing to past hurts and befuddled minds, what if we see ourselves as warriors who are winning simply because we survived another day. We are the ones struggling to breathe yet still getting along in this marathon of life.
So we have to figure out how to band together in our crazy. We have to create a secret society brought together by the powerful forces of debilitating self-hatred. We have been underneath broken brains which takes on the form of a powerful dictator tearing us down. It has brought many of us to the brink of ending our own lives.
What if this powerful dictator was wrong? What if we aren’t sh*tty people who just make everybody else’s lives harder? Ever think we suffer because we cannot play the game that everybody else is?
We cannot navigate such a complex world full of transactional relationships and a “what’s in it for me” culture. Many of us have been “cancelled” in various arenas. I myself chose to step back from society as I was so sick of offending people and falling back into such a desperate and hopeless place at even the slightest hint of conflict.
Perhaps we are the most aware people which is why we have muddled minds. We cannot make sense of the injustices of this world. Perhaps that’s because any explanation simply sugar coats the truth.
We are a marginalized community because we have offensive symptoms. No one gets angry when someone hair falls out because of cancer treatment. But with us, we are at fault.
So it begs the question… perhaps the true crazies in this world are the ones walking around thinking that the way we live makes any sense whatsoever.
What if you weren’t debilitated by madness and instead bogged down by a superpower that you simply haven’t been able to harness or master yet?
We know the power of a misguided mind. Can you imagine the wonders we could do if we could guide that energy as a force for our good? Help us feel better and not worse about ourselves and watch us put on our capes and turn into the badasses we are.
I have sat and listed all the reasons why people would be better off without me and have compelling arguments as to why I should end my life. I do believe there are negative and positive forces in this world. We all know what it’s like to wrestle with negative energy (in all its forms).
It’s time to recognize we must be quite a powerful bunch of people on the side of good if the negative forces in this world want us to no longer exist.
Start reining and even owning the strength you have shown even in the midst of feeling hopeless and weak. I look back on my screw ups and judge myself over and over. Rewind the story and see where you had uncanny survival skills. How have you been a badass amidst the darkness. Think about this…
What if you’re not really the villain? What if the real truth is that you’re the hero and people just don’t see that yet?
