The Power of Word Choice by H-Everybody-Lies--MD, literature
Literature
The Power of Word Choice
“That wardrobe is so schizophrenic. The weather has been bipolar lately. I just killed myself studying.”
I have heard phrases like these more this semester than any other time in my life. That is not to say it’s all suddenly brand new. Rather, I hear these phrases because I’m more aware about mental health and the word choices we use to describe it.
These phrases cut through to my very soul when I hear them.
We don’t often consider how our words may affect others who are silent, nearby, and potentially listening. I know I’ve fallen for this mistake myself—many a time—and I
The Difference Between Snakes and Ropes by Nichrysalis, literature
Literature
The Difference Between Snakes and Ropes
Last night there was a woman
where my girl was and she said to me,
“This. That’s what he did.”
A woman isn’t born vulnerable, but
vulnerability is a part of personhood
and being self-aware of insecurities
is more vividly human than vibrancy;
more sexy than secrecy.
I’d compose her movement to music
or pen it on paper, proffer it as poetry
and profess confessions as love
but I’d rather be on standby—
even as passerby—
because I ache and I ache
all the time now, for her.
For her I am sore and unstomachable
and nurse wounds that aren’t mine.
For her, I worry.
I worry and I tighten knots
Things I Would Tell Her by Nichrysalis, literature
Literature
Things I Would Tell Her
I want to tell her the things
I'll tell her when she’s older,
but the information terrifies her.
In order of importance:
she has luna moths in her head,
monarch butterflies in her stomach,
and a feral fetus in her womb.
Her hands
are collapse-clasped and folded
in her lap;
she holds her elbows like wings
away from her ribs,
ready to flap,
to flutter,
to fly.
I want to tell her
to keep one hand in her purse
so she can always find her keys,
to keep an eye on the door
and the door always open
so she can run if she doesn't feel safe,
but her cheeks are rorschach-splotch red
and the tension in her shoulders
warns me she's not ready
to hea
My Life With Mental Illness Part:1 by AndreaSemiramis, literature
Literature
My Life With Mental Illness Part:1
My life with schizophrenia.
My life depends on being in a tightrope
I have to always be firm for balance
Ie, every time I suffer a delusion or hallucination
The rope where I am begins to shake me trying of make me fall
But I have to be strong to ever fall.
My life with generalized anxiety.
It is very difficult to live in fear of just about everything around you
Never I leave home, because I think someone will do me harm
I'm never around someone, because he can make fun of me
Always my body and my hands are shaking non stop
I always feel anxious or concerned about something
There can never be a relaxing day for me.
Do not discriminate by AndreaSemiramis, literature
Literature
Do not discriminate
I think people bipolar, schizophrenic, depressive, anxious, ect
needs a lot of understanding.
Do not discriminate.
They are not dangerous.
Not even have to avoid them.
They are people with a problem that requires medication
You have to feel compassion for the mentally ill
Nobody is to blame for being mentally ill
Of course we must not isolate them.
This is not my fault by AndreaSemiramis, literature
Literature
This is not my fault
My family had time to get me help, but never did and now it's too late
Sometimes I can no longer distinguish what is real and what is not
Sometimes I lose myself
Sometimes I think I am a person with powers
Sometimes I have the urge to throw myself off the stairs
But all this is not my fault
All this is because of my illness
Crazy Just Isn't Me by TheMeTheyDontSee, literature
Literature
Crazy Just Isn't Me
When I hear voices am I insane?
My sanity I just feign?
I have plenty of friends.
I follow some of the trends.
I make a nice amount of pay.
I try to do as you say.
I do everything just right,
But still I have this fight.
Psychotic's what I am.
My mind just seems damned.
You don't know what it means.
Crazy is all you have seen.
This is what I must share:
Remember that we're there.
Going through normal life.
You'll never know our strife.
We act just like the rest.
Showing only our best.
If you could see what I see.
Crazy just isn't me.