Good day, all. As we observe the month of mental health awareness, I have written a poem that represents one of the many triggers I have for my own mental health issues. This topic is of such great importance not only to me, but to the world as a whole. Whether you are affected personal by mental health issues or not, you probably know someone who is.
The sad truth is, you may not even know that they are dealing with this silent illness. Society as a whole is to blame for this deception, as it has long been a taboo subject that was better kept quiet. I admit, I too lived under these guidelines. I was taught from a young age that keeping your personal issues to yourself was just how things were done. If I expressed my problems or thoughts, I was being overly sensitive. Unfortunately, this was also the mentality that I was given when I was raped, not once, but four times in my lifetime. Three of these assaults were by people who were supposed to be my protectors. I believe today, as I battle the results of this and other abuses, that the societal mentality was taught this way not to protect those suffering, but the abusers that caused the suffering to begin with.
It has taken me many years to come to this realization, and I hope that my story will help others realize that they are not alone. Please, don’t stay silent. Do not hide from your mental health battles, because you are not alone in your fight. Throughout this month and all year long, I will be sending out love and hugs for all of you. Especially those of you fighting this silent battle. You Are Not Alone. I See You. It Is Okay To Not Be Okay.
As always, inspire to be inspired and never stop showing your true self to the world. You are beautiful and it is your time to slay.
You took my innocence…
left it in pieces on the floor.
You shattered my childish dreams…
left my confidence cowering behind the door.
My safety net was gone,
put away like a schoolgirl game.
You changed my destiny,
a victim is what I became.
Hiding behind my tough facade,
retreating within blankets of despair.
The desire to live…fleeting,
while my mask indicated I didn’t care.
I’ve grown tired of hiding,
of carrying this shame.
It’s time to reinvent myself,
time to carry another name.
No longer will I be a victim,
hiding and cowering this way.
I have become a survivor,
and it is my time to slay.