The lonelineness of Mental Illness

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I wish I could explain it; the isolation of having a Mental Illness. No-one can really know, not unless you have been there. Not unless you have lived it.

It is a loneliness like no other. A loneliness that fights to break our spirit. Because, while we may not be physically alone, mentally there is nobody else in sight.

It is scary. It is a sadness that I try to explain when people ask, but no words come out, because in that moment, I don’t know why I am sad. In that moment I am…. numb.

Depression is being unable to control my thoughts, instead having them control me. Voices telling me that I am worthless and unlovable. Telling me that I am useless and a burden.

It is the fog creeping in and filling my head with darkness once more. A pressure that builds behind my eyes, that makes me see none of the beauty or good in the world but all of the pain and the bad.

It is a loneliness, a darkness so dark that tells me that it is my time to die. The voices tell me that no-one on this earth needs me. I am all alone in this big wide world. I am a burden. I am unwanted. I am unlovable.

Anxiety is being ready for work in advance but being unable to leave the house until just that last moment, because I am terrified that something bad is going to happen to me between home and work.

It is getting to work with thoughts and voices screeching through my head telling me that everybody hates me. I am a freak. I suddenly feel so small, backed in to a corner, unable to move, unable to make a sound, unable to escape this living hell.

It is a feeling of dread so strong that I don’t even understand it myself. All I know, is that if I am not careful, if I don’t get some control, I will burst into tears at any moment.

PTSD is passing my abusers street on the bus and suddenly I am back there; back in their house. Back in that torture chamber.

It is the loneliness of the memories creeping back in one by one. His accent ringing through my ears, I’m his special princess now.

It is being alone as the memories of his hands stroking my legs and his tongue kissing my neck take hold. It is shuddering, panicking, trying to get off a moving bus because, in this one moment, I forget which reality I am in.

It is the loneliness of the embarrassment and stares and judgement from those people looking on, who just don’t have a clue. They just think I am “crazy”.

Borderline is fighting with myself and others over stupid little things that to me mean everything.

It is the loneliness of having emotion so deep and powerful that sometimes it does just overpower me and I just lose all control.

It is the shame of knowing I am overreacting but being unable to do anything about it, for I cannot control it. Believe me, I’ve tried.

It is the fear of spiralling out of control as one huge emotion after another entombs me and overwhelms me over and over again. I can be happy one minute, then sad the next.

The loneliness of Mental Illness is feeling so out of control that I need to do the unspeakable to get myself back.

It is the loneliness of picking up that blade and seeing red begin to trickle down my arm once again. One drop. Two drops. Three drops. Four. Knowing that nobody understands why I do it. Scared that I will be judged.

It is the physical pain that comes along with Mental Illness. The pain that makes my head pound or my body ache. The pain that makes it nearly impossible to move sometimes. The pain that nobody understands unless you are living it too.

It is the loneliness of walking into a Mental Health centre by myself every few months to be assessed and sort my meds out even though I am terrified, because I know deep down that they will help me.

It is the loneliness of just trying to survive and make it to my next session with my therapist week after week. Knowing that if I can make it there then I will be OK. Knowing that I trust her. She understands me. She doesn’t judge me. She cares. She wants to help me get stronger. She wants to help me survive. She knows I am frightened. She knows I am tired.

It is the panic that rises in my chest when an employee asks why I have a set day off every week. For I don’t want to to shout it out to them that I am in therapy. Who knows the response I will get. Society is mean. I shouldn’t feel shame….but society makes me feel it. I am afraid of being judged for being ill. Is that fair? I am sick. I am in treatment. Just like with any other illness.

The loneliness of Mental Illness is being so exhausted and overwhelmed from battling every day that I just want to stay in bed and pretend the day isn’t happening but I can’t because I have a job to go to and a life to live.

It is the loneliness of knowing that if I even take just one Mental Health day, I will be judged and shamed for something that is NOT my fault. For I am sick. You just can’t always see my illnesses.

I am fighting an invisible battle every single day and it can be a lonely battle to fight. So please, be kind, for some days I just need someone to be there. To listen. To care.

This is just my loneliness of Mental Illness…….but there are many others in this world just as lonely as me.

Thanks for reading
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2 thoughts on “The lonelineness of Mental Illness

  1. Dear L Gemma
    My Mother used to say: “If wishes were horses, beggars would ride”…if I could, I would rewind your life to the time of innocence, and rewrite a blissful storyline.
    Alas, that’s not possible, so I will just let you know that I feel very sad for your past abuse and it’s painful, ongoing consequences. The selfish, unholy actions of another are still causing you so much pain, and struggle. You have certainly had to deal with mind-boggling issues, and you were given little-to-no help when you spoke up…it’s all sad beyond belief!!! Despite that, time and again a little voice inside of you stirs you up to insist that you are here for bigger and better things. Your past DOES NOT dictate your future!!! You deserved so much more then, and you still do!!!
    You were always intended for victory over darkness, truth instead of lies, joy, instead of mourning, and beauty , replacing the ashes of the past. Rise up, young woman, and stand in your strength! You are not alone, and the links between us are unbreakable, so press forward! Reach for all the goodness and mercy already prepared for you. YOU DESERVE EVERY LAST DROP OF IT!!!! Don’t let yourself be robbed by believing lies any more! You are here by the will of God, not man. You are so very worthy of love and affection and watchful care! You are gifted with abilities and talents that are needed, and the world would be a sadder place without you! You are a blessing to so many – your courage and inner strength keep calling you onward and you are a sign and a wonder to all those who have connected with you. Your trials and tribulations have been the springboard from which you are now pushing back the darkness not only for yourself, but for others who have heard of you, and are watching with increased hope.
    YOU ARE AMAZING!!! YOU ARE LOVED!!! You were created for such a time as this…
    Shine on! ❣️

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  2. Carrie put into words everything I feel as well. You are Certainly loved and the rest of your life will be the best of your life! Thank you for once again giving a voice to those of us who suffer daily from a battle no one else can see. From scars others placed on us whenever we were so innocent and young. Stories like yours are what will someday shatter the stigma regarding mental health. No one should be shamed for being ill.

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