When living with mental health problems you become immune to the jokes everyone always likes to say. Not that it's right, but after a while it can only hurt for so long. The first time I told someone I went to therapy, they made a big joke out of it. Just another time I felt ashamed of my illness. People believe that only the weak go to therapy, as though my brain is not a part of my body that can be allowed help, for physical therapy is deemed to be "helpful for the body" yet I get made fun of. Therapy has always helped me. Mind you it took a long time for it to work. Finding the right one who understood my pain. But once I did it felt like the world got a little bit brighter. My illness is not who I am as a person. I am someone who struggles with mental health, but I'm a person first. Therapy is not shameful, getting help doesn't make you weak, it makes you strong.
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Through our eyes
PoetryThrough our eyes, shows what it is like to live with mental health, poems, diary entry's, all rising awareness and showing how much stigma there still is around mental health. From different mental illnesses too the side effects they can have on som...
