I once lived in a bubble
the mental illness kind of bubble.
I didn’t know the truth, only what I saw on TV.
Pretending it wasn’t real. Refusing to see
the truth of mental illness and the reality
of its huge prevalence from sea to shining sea.
One day I became the statistic, the one in five.
Forced to learn. Jumped in head first. Took a dive.
I became what and who they stigmatize.
A shameful deplorable vision, right before their eyes.
Surrounded myself with rubble
the mental illness kind of rubble.
Soon became tired of the negative, hurtful stuff.
Learned to survive and thrive. Enough was enough.
I was no longer ashamed.
My new life reclaimed.
There was beauty in knowing the magnitude and scope
of the endless possibilities of a future full of hope.
Get out from under the rock
so you won’t be shocked
when you become the one in five.
It could happen to you, if you’re alive.
We must all realize, sometimes it’s okay not to be okay.
It happens to many and you will make it back one day.
~written by Susan Walz
“We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.” ~Anais Nin
Stop Stigma
It’s time to pop the bubble.
The mental illness stigma kind of bubble.
Pop the bubble. Stop stigma.
~Susan Walz
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