caitlyn
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I've been trying to stay off this post after my original contribution, but a friend told me I was way too cryptic in my response and if I had something to say, I should just say it. So, here goes. First, before reading on (assuming you care enough about what I have to say to continue, ha-ha), I would like to remind everyone that we are talking about feelings of worthlessness caused by a traumatic event. We are not talking about mental health in general. I'm going to use my own experience as an example, which usually gets my flamed, but anyway ... I had events that half destroyed me. The specifics of the events are not important to this post, suffice it to say that to me it was hell on Earth. At a certain point I had so much self hate there was just nothing that could get me off the path that sort of thing leads to. I knew the path, knew I was on it, and knew where it led, but the events had shocked me so fully there was just no way out ... you know, train spotting ... you see the light heading for you and just walk towards it. The notion that I could be responsible for my own mental health or that I would have to be willing to ask for help ... is just laughable. All I had was my pride you see ... it was the only bit of worth that I had, and there was no way I was giving that up to ask for help, or even to accept it when offered. I hid my problem from everyone, and being not the most stupid person around, I was good at hiding it for quite some time. Therapy ... don't even get me started. It works for some I guess, but didn't work for me. I couldn't even talk about my feelings with those close to me ... I couldn't even admit them to myself in the dark of night crying in my bed ... how on Earth was I going to open up to a total stranger. On top of that, my guardians are financially fortunate and I honestly believe that some well meaning healthcare professionals are only professional at getting insurance money. I'm not sure they ever really want to help anyone. On top of all that, my pride, that at that time was precious to me, made me battle them and rebel against them ... all part of the self destructive game I was playing. So now the statement that will probably get me flamed. I hope the moderators let any flames go ... I'm making it knowingly and with full understanding that it's coming. With all due respect, this thinking that people with this condition are responsible for their own mental health, or that they can be helped with therapy ... is the reason so many of these people end up taking their own life. They will never help themselves and they will never get over this problem by talking to therapists who are far too often armed with happy pills. The plain truth (as I see it) is that they will never really get over it ... all that can happen is that someone will give a fuck enough to do whatever it takes to get them off the train track long enough that they can learn to deal with the problem. I was really lucky ... probably luckier than I deserve. I had two people that cared enough to take drastic action ... very drastic action from the last people I would have ever expected. They were willing to do whatever it took to just help me, without conditions, pressure or expectations. They just decided that enough was enough, and took the choices out of my hands. I hated these two people for quite a while ... it had the effect of transferring my hate from myself, on to them. I don't even know how this helped me and I don't even care. It did, and it got me off that track I couldn't get off myself. These people saved me ... they saved my life. I still have problems and still have my bad days, but I know I'm going to make it now, because there are two people that cared enough to take a huge risk to help me. My complete and endless devotion to them will not let me let them down. I'm not sure I care enough to make if for me, but I care enough to make it for them ... and no matter how anyone feels about that, it's enough worth to see me through. Thank you for listening, and if you know someone in need ... help them before it's too late. Don't be the person that does nothing and ends up reading about them in that bad section of the newspaper.
< Message edited by caitlyn -- 8/29/2005 8:54:44 PM >
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