Sometimes we carry out actions in our day-to-day that fill us with a particular sense of pride and satisfaction, which, more often than not, are not grasped by anyone around us. Folks don’t understand what’s so extraordinary about what you did that’s made you content.
1 in 5 people have a clinically diagnosable and manageable mental illness, yet the majority have not received proper assistance at a sufficiently early stage of it. Reasons, there are many, but the one that stands out the most, in my opinion, is the stigma. The stigma shuts your eyes to the truth; it presents a facade that draws you back and points you the wrong way. The stigma is often worse than the illness itself.
This post is correlated with Day 24 of #31daysofKSYL.
It’s commonly believed that forgiveness must be granted by the other half of a conflict for it to have fully come to conclusion. Without their word, you are not absolved or at least you feel like you can’t let go, because you still see an open wound in the other person and that keeps you ruing. However, forgiveness does not require two people and for them both to concord. It only takes one and it can be you.
More people die from suicide than from murder or war. An estimated one million people per year die by suicide —a death every 40 seconds or about 3,000 every day. For instance, 1 in 7 students consider suicide within the school year and 1 in 14 attempt suicide within the same period. According to WHO (World Health Organization) there are twenty people who have a failed suicide attempt for every one that has been successful. What’s worst: 90% of the people who die by suicide had a diagnosable and treatable psychiatric disorder.
More often than not, we are ruled by our emotions. Our emotions dictate our mood and our mood dictates our days. Subconsciously, we submit to our emotions— “I guess it’s one of those days”— and get by through the ups and downs, taking each day as it comes.
Some people grieve and don’t see beyond their sorrow or distress. Sometimes it becomes the only thing they know for months and even years, because it absorbs them completely...
I understand there’s pleasure in doing what others say you can’t do. I know that sensation of fulfillment surfacing when you prove someone wrong. I recognize it feels good. But personally, I don’t enjoy it. My chest might inflate with pride, but once I breathe out, it shrinks again and I’m left feeling empty.
Always knowing what to say, such as being witty and having a comeback for everything, does not mean I’m intelligent, in the same way as remaining silent does not mean I’m weak or less smart. With this being said, I’ll [attempt] to make my point, precise and concise.