Who first peddled
aphorisms
as valid strategy
to “solve” mental illness?
“It could be worse,”
was the last thing
she needed to hear.
I will sit here quietly
with my box of crayons
and newsprint pad,
doodling.
I don’t care what physics says –
this crayon I’m holding
enough proof for me.
Black is a color too.
I have a mental illness that this friend of mine has been trying to “fix” for the longest time. It makes me feel badly however much she says she loves me. Black is a color.
In my mind, it’s a defense mechanism used, as if advice will make it all go away.
Echoes of my friend. Round is a shape.
Appreciate you saying so.
Interesting indeed. I too have struggled to understand and given words which I thought would help. But it was evident I didn’t know where the person was because I had never been there. I wrote a song expressing this situation of wanting to help so much but not being able to really understand. The song is like a conversation. One verse goes:
Too give me advice and words,
But you still don’t comprehend,
You Don’t know the place I live,
Andvthevthings I cannot mend.
We often try to cover or fill what makes us uncomfortable instead of just being present with it.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/15JPyYlFzt-bY0cTjK_jr299XFuYaq4fj/view?usp=drivesdk
For better or worse, here is the song about this struggle.
For Stillwell…
Thanks for sharing.
Thanks for listening. I appreciate that. It was written some time ago, but like most songs comes from a need to understand better what one doesn’t understand. Actually, it is the first time I have shared it, so I guess your image and words pushed a button in my little brain.
Others need to hear it.
Thank you . I find myself moved by you words.
❤🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤🤍
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