Thoughts and Tangents

My Problems Cont.

      So here we are a few days later. Haha. We... "we"... Who is this we? I honestly dont know but whrnever I write this I feel as if I'm talking so an audience, but the only audience is me. Well that's a talk-about for later. What's a talk-about, you ask??? That is the next "chapter".

     Anyways lets continue with the poem and how I feel about it and what I meant.

      So we were up to the part of the poem where I show my anxiety in words. In the poem I then talk about how there's a voice. To me when I freak out it feels as if there were something telling, no yelling that something happening and you need to panic. It just happens and we are just getting scared and scared because we believe it. 

     Over all I just want people to realize how fragile mental health can be. If someone ever tells you something or opens up, please don't laugh at them unless you know for sure that it is a joke. For example I told my mom how I for sure have anxiety and she just laughed at me and said to take a "chill pill". This coming from my mother who suffers depression, who deals with my sister who deals with depression and social anxeity. She. Laughed. In my face. And said take a chill pill. I've never been so hurt. Because for me I had to build up a lot of courage just to tell her and I thought about it really hard for weeks. How to approach her how to say it how to bring it up how would she take it would she even believe me at all. And. She . laughed.  Never do that. Ever. It will break that person to a million pieces. Tear them up ovwr and over. Build up. And forever scar them. And they probably won't ever tell you anything important ever again. All trust is broken. Please take mental health seriously.