We are lucky to live in a time when mental health is considered to be as important – if not more important than physical health – rather than it being treated as a taboo subject or a it’s-all-in-your-head-get-over-it problem that mental health sufferers have faced in the past. Yay well done humans for evolving, took ya long enough.
Actually I’ve even noticed the difference in the past five years in how young people especially have grown to understand others with different mental states to their own, with absolutely no judgement involved. I believe as a generation we are really making headway to break through the solitude that mental health confines us too, and instead we try to find unity in this tendency to isolate ourselves. It has become reassuring that people reveal their true mental struggles, as opposed to those very struggles being a sign of weakness. In fact instead being open about mental health with yourself, if not anyone else, has become a sign of humanity, a sign of our common experience of the world.
And as it is World Mental Health Day, and the day after I had a weepy-breathy breakdown in A&E. I decided I should write about the silent lil annoyance that mental health is.
Yep after I accidentally put a blunt knife through a pack of chicken and straight into my hand I headed to A&E with Becca. If you didn’t already know stress is lethal, and my bandaged achey hand is proof of that. S/O to B for accompanying me & being dreamy af yesterday as per.
But yes, yesterday I cracked. I had my lets-reevaluate-what-I’m-doing-as-I-should-not-be-this-stressed moment, that we all do have, and as per it arrived with lots of ugly snotty tears. I’d been feeling down for a couple of days, but after my accidental stabbing I just crumbled. Sounds about right ey?
Three hours later we were seen by a lovely nurse, I was steri-stripped and sent on my merry way, with only an hour before a rehearsal for my play I wrote, directed and acted in. YEP NOBODY PANIC. But funnily enough I didn’t. We left, got a medicinal Mcdonalds *duhh* and then I grabbed my stuff, put my make up on – which lemme tell you with one hand and a claw is v v difficult. It’s like playing Twister with only your hands, but the prize is a different face to the pale lil ghost I am so gotta play good, yanoo?
ALSO massive S/O to the cast of Chatter, who legit learnt I was in A&E, then were given a photo of my gory lil wound and just were v chilled and professional, and brought lots of cake and chocolates for the rehearsals, Eliza, Kate, you know I mean you, ya dream. But yes, they were all amazing, which made my life sooo much easier. TY my tooth pals.
So, I wiped away my tears with many a Morrison’s cookie, and then just carried on with my day, like nothing had happened. And for me, that was cray progress. I felt how far I’d come from the girl who wouldn’t even get out of bed, let alone continue with anything I had planned if my brain clouds appeared to cause havoc to my dream of being a sassy superwoman. PS I’d like to say that brain clouds is the term I’ve coined for depression, you heard it here first kids, copyright Jess Bacon.
It also reminded me that everyone is on their own mental journey; that our mind changes and grows as things happen, as our bodies do too. And every small step to overcoming mental barriers is progress, and should definitely not be ignored.
Likewise don’t be ashamed of whatever is happening in your mind, good or bad, if you had a broken leg you’d tell everyone right? When I stabbed myself through a box of chicken, I immediately messaged my friends like “YO, SOS, don’t panic just accidentally stabbed myself, HELP pls”. While when I feel down, I’m like nope, if I tell no one, no one will know ey, logic.
Yep, that doesn’t work, just state how you feel to someone even if it’s just yourself in a lil video or a diary entry that you never show anyone, bc it’s the best way to figure out how to cope with it once you realise how you feel.
No one has to face mental health alone anymore, and I think that is huge blessing on society that not only can we have a lil cry in front of one and other, and message and say “Hey my anxiety is bad, but I’ll be there in 10” or “I’m going to have to go home my anxiety is so bad today”, as it is VERY normal to not be whatever the F normal is. Oh wait yep, ain’t no such thing, sorry.
PS. This is one of my fave photos of when I visited the Friends set in the summer as part of the Warner Brothers Studio Tour in Hollywood. It is pinned above my desk, so everyday I catch a glance of my excited lil face and the mems flood back from that dreamy day. And the lovely flowers were from Lucy, thanks gal.