Take it with a pinch of salt! I’m not saying, by any stretch of the imagination I can reach a 7 1/2 out of 10 without a strong filter and slimming angle but I make an effort. Most days I’ll do my makeup even if I’m not leaving the house and I love a pretty dress or football shirt depending on the day.
For some reason the archetypal assumption of a person with a mental health issue is either someone sulking around the house in their pyjamas, unable to eat or wash, sitting in the bathroom, hacking away at their wrists and crying themselves to sleep every night –OR– the other version being the loopy lady with frizzy hair screaming at pigeons in the town centre, mumbling nonsense about time travel and fish fingers.
I spend approximately 0.05% of my life doing the 1st and a bit more than I like to admit partaking in the latter 😉
Joking aside, as younger societies open their arms more and more to the concept of mental health not necessarily being a specified diagnosis and rather something you have to care for just as much as your physical health, I see more people joking about becoming the “crazy cat lady” than ever before.
In another state of mind I might be spitting some bullshit about how people with more acute mental health issues deter resources and funding away from the more serious illnesses but I’ve taken my Q’s and P’s already tonight so I’m pretty level-headed in my belief that everybody’s mental health is important in our world and the small steps count towards the wider understanding.
It is entirely possible that a person diagnosed with schizophrenia comorbidly with bipolar type one and added autistic traits could do their weekly shop in Asda with little issue but someone shadowed by untreated, undiagnosed social anxiety and that one mental problem alone might find it an absolutely impossible task.
I like to remember what the reality of not looking like you have a mental illness is.
The same single bloke bragging on social media about how well the week with the boys in Maga went was behind closed doors binge eating then making himself sick a few days ago. The same girl people see happily necking pints, watching football in the pub, an hour earlier might have been bashing herself over the head with a frying pan because she needs to punish herself for forgetting to go to the opticians again. It’s all mental health and it all matters. (Bit of a tangent but these are legitimately the glasses I’ve been wearing in hospital.)
I suppose it can be true in a physical sense too – what you see isn’t always what someone is physically capable of. My dad was always a very big man when I was growing up but he could get round a badminton court faster than Usain Bolt chasing a Virgin media advertising deal.
Jesus I’ve lost track. I love writing my posts but that doesn’t reflect in the difficulty I have, editing out sometimes 500 words at a time when I read it back and realise my other head has taken over halfway through and I’ve somehow found myself writing about how annoyed I am at the extent the British Public go to to complain about potholes.
Anyway, what I’m trying to achieve here is reiterating the idea that someone’s outer appearance and public behaviours do not always reflect the inner emotional turmoil. It’s a polite reminder to take into account that no matter what someone might be blessed with outwardly does not mirror the inward struggles.
I could’ve just uploaded a quote to instagram about people smiling on the outside but this was more fun.