I had a few comments on my blog the other day that made me think about why I blog about mental illness. Even though I know that some people don’t understand why I might talk about it–I don’t write for them.
I write for the people who struggle and might need an encouraging word or two that may help them get through the day.
I write for the young person newly diagnosed with a mental illness looking for hope. Maybe he or she is feeling isolated or alone and reading my blog makes them feel connected.
I write for the sake of shedding light on a taboo topic because I know how many millions of Americans are affected by it. And we all need to start talking about it more so there is greater understanding, an increase in services and a reduction in stigma.
I write knowing that some people are gonna judge. But when you are an activist you have to have a thick enough skin to take the backlash.
I write because I have come a long way from my lowest point in my struggle with bipolar disorder and I know I can help other people because “I get where they might be.”
I realize if you take what is written in a snap shot in time you might miss the whole picture. But this is a risk I am willing to take.
What my next two weeks hold…
As a side note I am giving 7 presentations on mental illness and teaching a mental health first aid class. I also joined Toastmasters to further enhance my speaking skills. I am working toward my dream of becoming a National Speaker.
I advocate because I care.