07/14/2024
A few random thoughts came to my mind this morning….
We make time for what we want to make time for.
We don’t mentally prepare ourselves with the fact that our parents will need our help when the age. That one day they will need the same care they gave us as a child. That will need assistance with walking, feeding and bathing. And sometimes help with all ADL’s. And more than anything, we dont prepare ourselves, that one we will live without them. Irregardless, how long we had our parents, I believe that hurts no matter what.
Lastly, has a society, we don’t talk about mental health enough. The “stigma“ is real. The mental health system and care is broken. Please don’t get me wrong, I believe every illness is horrible, but the feeling that I can never get out of my head, is that if someone had cancer, the doctors pretty quickly know the options for
treatment. Don’t take that comment the wrong way. Both of my parents have had cancer and unfortunately cancer deprived my dad of his life pretty quickly. But during the course of his treatment, the doctors knew how to treat him.
With mental health illness, there are a “ million “ different medications and a long trial and error process. But, with that most of the “psy” meds side effects include the risk of increasing depression or suicidal ideations. Great, the meds are to help the depressed or the racing thoughts of su***de, but let’s medicate that person and make it worse.
Mental health illness is real. I believe we all probably a time or 2 may suffer with a hint of depression or anxiety, but we may or may not suffer to the point that it’s debilitating to our everyday lives. That we can’t live a “normal” life. If you can’t relate to this, you are very lucky.
Mental health illness doesn’t only affect the person that suffers with it, it affects the entire family and support system. It is tiring.
I will apologize in advise if my post may have offended anyone. But I will not apologize for the way that I feel due to being directly affected by these things and feeling the need to vent on facebook, but it’s more than that to me. It’s my “cry for help” for people to open their eyes and ears and realize that this is real and have impacted more people than ever since covid.
Please reach out for help especially before it is to late.
Find a “support system”. Whether it be a family member, a friend, a fellow church member or a coworker. Talk about it before it gets to the point that we are attending someones funeral. Pray about it. Reach out to God. Ask for help.