My home will be a home with no loud anger, no explosive rage, no slamming doors or breaking glass, no name calling, shaming or blackmail. My home will be gentle, it will be warm. It will keep my loved ones safe. No fear, no hurt and no worries. I may come from a broken and twisted place but I will build something whole and safe. I’ll sing in the shower again, cook with a smile and dance in all the rooms. I will heal.
Cuando Frida Kahlo escribió “No quiero un amor a medias, rasgado y partido por la mitad. He luchado y sufrido tanto, que me merezco algo entero, intenso, indestructible.” En verdad me sentí completamente identificada con ella
brown parents will push their children to become Big Things and Great People but at the same time discourage the SHIT out of their fucking children and somehow still expect their children to amount to something when all they’ve ever known is discouragement, disappointment, and doubt
I want mental health to be so normalised that little children can tell their parents if they’re feeling mentally ill just like they would if they had a stomach ache or a fever.
I want mental health to be so normalised that school lets you go home after a panic attack episode like they do if you sustain an injury.
I want mental health to be so normalised that when someone’s in recovery the people around them ask for progress reports and send get well soon cards just like they would for any other sort of recovery.
I want mental health to be normalised because every mental health disorder is just as frightening, just as damaging as a life threatening injury and we pass people by every day who are so unwell in this sense but who don’t receive a fraction of the care they deserve just because mental health is unseen.
