I once lived in a bubble
the mental illness kind of bubble.
I didn’t know the truth, only what I saw on TV.
Pretending it wasn’t real. Refusing to see
the truth of mental illness and the reality
of its huge prevalence from sea to shining sea.
One day I became the statistic, the one in five.
Forced to learn. Jumped in head first. Took a dive.
I became what and who they stigmatize.
A shameful deplorable vision, right before their eyes.
Surrounded myself with rubble,
a mental illness kind of muzzle.
Soon became tired of the negative, hurtful stuff.
Learned to survive and thrive. Enough was enough.
I was no longer ashamed.
My new life reclaimed.
There was beauty in knowing the magnitude and scope
of the endless possibilities of a future full of hope.
We must all realize, sometimes it’s okay not to be okay.
It happens to many and you will make it through one day.
~written by Susan Walz
“We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.” ~Anais Nin
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