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A PIP INTO THE RABBIT HOLE


If you have felt sad and thought life is meaningless
If you have felt so down that you wished you died
If you have ever felt time crawl and the pain in your heart never go
Then you have felt what someone who is mentally unwell feels

If you have felt scared
And wished that the ground would open up and swallow you
If you have felt like the whole world is looking at you with gnawing eyes
Like the eyes are eating your flesh a way
You have felt what someone with mental illness feels

If you have felt too happy
Then suddenly too sad for no reason
If you have felt that no one can understand what you are going through
If you have felt the happiness scare you and the sadness cut through you
You have felt what a mentally ill person feels

If you have felt out of your own control
And the desires of your heart are out of your will
You feel too weak against compulsion
That bottle of liquor having more attraction than your strength to resist
You try to keep off but you can’t understand why you can’t walk away
You have certainly felt what a mentally ill person feels

If you have watched a movie and seen the ghosts of the film go with you to bed
If you have had that nightmare that makes you wish never to sleep again
If you have ever seen something so ghastly that you would not get out of your mind as soon as you wish
If you have ever been through something you will never forget
You have felt what someone who is mentally unwell feels

What if it were you whose pains and heart aches would not go
What if it were you who saw ghost of a trauma and they would never leave you
What if it were you who the eyes of the world tore through your skin
What if it were you who never had strength to overcome the games of your mind
Would you laugh?

Yet it always seems so easy to cast a stone
To judge people enduring their pain
To condemn uncontrollable compulsion
Yet this pains could easily last in any of us

Protect the mentally ill
You could possibly be protecting your future self

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