Living often means much unwanted suffering of varied etiologies, from a simple toothache to cancer, through any of the many diseases that haunt us and destroy, and the most varied symptoms that reduce us sometimes to a mere wreck that It is useless. But there are other different pains, those affecting the heart, brain, heart, feelings, which are more difficult to categorize, but can sometimes cause more harm than the pains that affect the body and are more visible and evident.
The pains of soul and brain are invisible, are more hidden, are coated with a different skin to everything else and often suffer from in silence, in solitude. Mental illness is still a stigma in our society. It is as forbidden spiritual suffering. The mentally ill are stigmatized, marked by thousands of visible and invisible fingers away what society and introduced into a self-destructive spiral growing and that seems endless.
It is very dangerous confess that suffer depression or anxiety. Not to mention if you say that mental illness that is suffering schizophrenia or worse. Then the stigma is greater and the suffering it generates is infinitely greater. You can not say you are taking medicines for nerves, which carry a pillbox above so you do not pass any decision because if you confess look like a drug addict, someone who can not live without chemistry. In silence the pain is exaggerated and seems endless. The patient then turns to centers such as the Rehabilitation Unit of Mental Health Macarena District I am writing this article where you're not a stranger because you are among brothers of trouble, people who are tired of feeling a murderer epigastric dagger and eager shouting to the four winds that are normal sick, that is punishment enough and disease have to have to apologize for getting it.
That's what the mentally ill are obliged: to apologize for being wrong, to justify that we are not dangerous, that psychosis does not hurt but yourself and no one else. It's hard dating when mental illness is treated. We fear for our symptoms, our leisurely walk as if we were zombies, useless people, ghosts in the mist of bitter spiritual universe. We worth over because they do not realize how much you suffer when we want to mourn and can not because the breast is so depressed that tears can not even go inside our hearts. We disgusted because it seems that society simply have the role of parasites that cause a bloodbath to Social Security because we charge pension seems we do not deserve when many, like me, have quoted a number of years and are entitled to a contributory pension . And those who are not entitled to a non-contributory pension because besides eating spiritually we have right to food the body. His courage enough we have to take daily to survive, sometimes almost dragging breathlessly.
Breathless and bear the stigma of mental illness that makes us chronically lonely or forces us to relate only people with our same disease. But in the same pain he is hoping to escape because it becomes a shield that protects us from all external aggression and we end up being stronger than those who are healthy quotes. The pain itself is gasoline that serves as fuel to pull hard day to day life becomes, I must say as John Rambo in the film Cornered Ted Kotcheff when Colonel Truman asks how he will live from from now. And Rambo, always taciturn, replies day.
Well I therefore invite all people stigmatized mentally and socially: to live every day, every day, without thinking about tomorrow, only today, in the now, in here, in ourselves and in our own particular limitations which they can be overcome by an iron will or at least bronze. We are strong and will remain strong until death do us reach as all because that there is no difference worth. As I once told a friend'm stronger than I think. And I think that was right. Here I am, suffering from nerves from seven years. And they're forty-two. And I intend to continue fighting, with or without stigma because basically I'm a survivor, a Rambo more than a brief but juicy backpack always say that I will live day by day, with unconditional support: mine.
Jose Cuadrado Morales
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