Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers out there!! We don’t always do what we want to do but we always do what we have to do. We are all so very strong, and no matter what we always get the job done, and we make sure nothing goes undone for our child/children. HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY EVERYONE!!
P.s I know it’s been awhile but my next post will tell you why. Talk to you guys tomorrow. I hope everyone enjoyed their day today!! You deserve it! We all do! 🥰😘
The stigma about mental illnesses is truly sad and rude. If you ask me, it’s actually very cruel. Those who struggle with a mental illness or more is still human. Calling someone ‘crazy’ or ‘insane’ isn’t cool at all. Having a mental illness is hard as it is, and for people to down talk someone with a mental illness, having no type of experience of it, is just ignorance. Period!
This poem is about mental illnesses, feelings, and the stigma that comes with it. It’s no game, and i really wish people would understand. Mental illnesses are real, and can even be severe. You are not alone, and you have nothing to be ashamed of. You aren’t the first and definetly won’t be the last, go get help because your mental health matters! This too shall pass.
Keep The Faith And Pray, And Know That One DAY This Will Pass!!!
A bath, do my hair, get dressed and put on my shoes,
It’s really hard, some days, to see a good point of view,
Being judged in so many ways,
By those who don’t know, those that don’t even understand.
Very high conservation, a worrier,
A woman that’s good at covering things up that’s bothering her,
A woman putting on a show, knowing inside, she feels no hope.
I’ve been trained to feel undeserving,
Unattractive, and so not worthy of making happy,
Tense and hard to love, feeling likeim not good enough.
At times i feel like one big mistake,
My mind overthinks, can’t concentrate, and almost everyday is hard to face.
Everyday im surrounded by peoplethat actually think i can, and think I should, ‘just suck it all up’ and everything’s going to be good.
I’m just so tired of being misunderstood,
This mental war, i did not choose.
This poem is inspired by the everyday struggles of having a mental illness specifically major depression and anxiety. Everyday is a battle, but everyday is also a win to be very proud of.
Us people, that struggle with mental illnesses on a everyday basis can’t help, and we most definitely, did not choose, the battles that we face just about everyday.
We didn’t choose to have all these different feelings, the different moods, the difference emotions, and the different views in/of life, that mental illnesses brings us through.
Stop the stigma about mental illnesses, especially if it’s something that you never had to deal with.
Stop with the stigma about mental illnesses.
Because of all the stigma about mental illnesses, (mental health), a person could be struggling and not even get help.
Because of being either ashamed, or embarrassed, they will do anything but they won’t seek help.
If you or someone you know struggling with a mental illness, get help and know that you are not alone. Yes, mental illnesses do in fact, make you feel alone, but you are not alone.
And trust me, you’re not the only one. Don’t be ashamed, and don’t try to do it alone, talk to someone. Talk to your doctor, there’s medications, and many different resources, that can help you feel better.
It is the most darkest place one could face alone,
A journey filled with struggles solo, all alone.
Everyday filled with many groans,
Everyday is a new battle,
Against the same competitor.
Yet the enemy exchanges blows back with irrational roars.
It sneaks up on you in your most helpless shape,
Mostly when there’s no around who can communicate.
The thoughts in your brain begins to expand and distend,
Which drags you into your private repressed nightmare.
Fabrications and organism from your past
Served as pain, that you can’t withstand.
Lastly sleep always comes as a greeting friend,
Knowing the next morning the continual battle begins yes, yet again.
This poem is about the daily struggle with self image, feeling like you’re not good enough for yourself or nobody else. It’s a daily battle of trying to feel accepted, and also, the struggle of learning to love yourself.
In order to love someone else, you have to first start by loving yourself.
Everyday, there is a battle to face. But don’t give up, life is to short, put a smile on your face, and take control over those battles you face, everyday.
Do you like my poem you just read? Feel free to like, comment, and share. Let’s stop the stigma of mental illnesses that’s flying around in the air. If you care, share!!
Good morning to all of my followers, and readers. Thanks for taking time out of your day to read what i have to say. I hope and i pray, that today, each and everyone of you, has a blessed day.