The sound of stigma
shouts at me,
piercing and wounding my heart,
leaving a lasting and permanent scar
as a reminder of the words and signs
of discrimination and prejudice,
still affecting me negatively
and loudly
in my bipolar journey
of recovery
and life.
The sound of stigma is heard in words, whispers, and jokes.
Seen and felt in looks, glances, and negative reactions.
Loudly heard when I did not get a job, lost a job, and lost friends.
The sound of stigma is seen and heard on television shows, movies, news programs,
at church, hospitals, stores, schools, college and many more places…
I have heard and experienced the sound of stigma everywhere.
The sound of stigma needs to stop and be quiet now.
Shhhhh… no more sounds of stigma.
Thank you very much for posting this, and thank you for fighting the stigma. 🙂
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You are very welcome and thank you for reading my post and thank you very much for your kind words. I appreciate them.
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Thank you for readingy post and I greatly appreciate the reblog.
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Thank you very much for the reblog. Hugs. ❤
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You are very welcome! Keep posting great content.
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Thank you very much. Your kind words mean a lot to me. Hugs and blessings. ❤
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