"Epiphany?"
by AirAirgnas
Does everyone have a voice in their head?
Or is that just me?
I close my eyes to rest my brain but my mind opens and leaves my body.
Is that just me?
Is it a voice in my head or my consciousness guiding me?
Do you have more than one?
or is that just me?
Is what you know normal or is it because that’s you?
What if you found out that the way you think was not “normal”…
Why do you get to be called sane.
We’re all different…I don’t know why it’s so bad if we’re not the same.
Me here. I wrote this with the intention of drawing attention to the stigma of mental health through the mind of someone with anxiety and depression. I’m on the latest brand of antidepressant that my doctor has prescribed to me. I sweat a disgusting amount of times per day (I walk everywhere, my anxiety makes it hard for me to drive, no license). However, what I hate the most is the uncomfortable silence that fills the air when an antidepressant commercial comes on and I’m with friends. The main thing I want taken away from this piece is just how real of questions these are…I guess I’m losing sight of who I really am. I’ve always been introspective and I guess another good question is, does it even make any sense to “normal” people.
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I enjoyed reading this piece. I think a lot of people can relate to having a voice inside their head—some probably a lot more than others. I really like that you included the line, “Why do you get to be called sane.” I think it is important to remember that society has just decided what is so-called “normal”, but everyone is different and that is okay. Thank you for sharing.
so true. Society brainwashes us into thinking and believing what it wants us to. So just because society says ‘that’ is normal, it doesn’t mean it is what is normal
You took the words right out of my lips, “everyone is different and that is ok”. I think if we just reminded each other it it’s ok to be different, more people would want to seek help. I almost didn’t reach out for help, not until I survived my suicide attempt. I think about what I did all the time and the things I saw while I was “under” (that’s a different story that i’ll post eventually). But it wasn’t till after that incident that I decided to get help. Thank you so much for your comment, It’s a great feeling when you pour your soul out into writing form and other’s can relate or appreciate it.