#growingupthick having your family say "You're not fat, you're just big boned."
Funny how their plan to "make America great again" looks a lot like America during Jim Crow.
I was recently hospitalized because I have mental health issues. I attempted suicide on September 11th, 2015 and was never hospitalized. From then until now I've been trying to control my issues myself. I had been successful for years channeling my emotions into my music and turning my past suffering into something positive. Like many of u who are reading this, I experienced sexual abuse & rape as a kid. And despite being hospitalized briefly as a teen I never dealt with my suppressed issues until I had no choice but to confront them after losing a baby. The depression changed my life. I was pushed away by the very people who should have held me closest. My best friend Keisha is the one who urged me to stop keeping it secret and to finally open up. I owe my life to Keisha. She treated me like treasure even when I felt like I was nothing.
Because of my experience I now believe that we need to change the way we think about mental illness. You would never look at someone who suffered from diabetes and say "Look at yourself. Who could love you like this?" But those words were said to me. You would never look at a person who had asthma and say "Kill yourself." But it was said to me. The vulnerability that comes with depression leaves those who suffer from it open to emotional abuse, exploitation, abandonment, and more. My treatment was so harsh that I started to self-harm just to feel something other than emotional pain.
Nobody made me go into a mental health hospital. I put myself there, hoping to get help. Then, because of how messed up the medical system is, I had to scheme and strategize just to get out. Since being hospitalized, I have kept in touch with some of the women I met in the ward. We support each other. They felt unseen and unheard. So I promised them that I would use my little platform to tell our story.
Some of u will judge me and call me weak for attempting suicide. If u call me a coward I'll call u stupid. (And probably cuss u out.) Because until u have stared death in the face and felt the comfort of NOTHINGNESS, until u have lived that and actually kept going, u can't tell me that u are stronger than me.
I am going to talk about what was done to me. I am going to talk about what I did to myself as a result. And I hope doing this will lead to several conversations. I want people to start talking about emotional abuse, specifically about how cheating and ghosting are forms of emotional abuse. I want people to talk about the long term affects of trauma on kids. I want all the people who gripe about women's reproductive rights to start talking about women's mental health concerns, too. Because a lot of us are suffering. We are not crazy. We are in pain. And pain deserves compassion.
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I've been vegan for 16 years and STILL haven't died of "lack of protein." #HappyWorldVeganDay