The value of our Voice, so long silenced

Drets i Deures

Ilustration © Francesc de Diego

When you get lost in the jungle, there are many roads, many paths, many  ways to reach a possible destination. When it come the (so-called) mental illness, we find ourselves as if we were entering a populated jungle.

This is because there are so many mental illnesses as people who suffer them. Each of us who suffer mentally have our travel book, in which each one carry experiences absolutely individual and personal.

By this I mean that approaching to mental pain is to try to get closer to the day to day of the suffering, because each of us carries a unique bag of vicissitudes: a childhood, a family, a concrete home, many things that only we can perceive, because only we know them… our secrets, parcels of us that only we know.

That is why in mental health we should treat each life as something unique, each called “mental illness” as something absolutely unique, and not try to label millions of people with a series of diagnoses that, instead of alleviating the burden of pain, many times they make you feel as if somebody had marked your forehead with a stamp or a code. When we talk about the mentally ill persons we go wrong, there are so many diseases as people suffer them, because the symptoms of each are particular, and each mental experience is a world… So you have to, you must to listen to those who suffer in first person that that we call mental illness because, who but they have the key of many of these sufferings…

In that path we have to go, the diagnosed must take the reins of his suffering, his so-called disease, and express what he whishes, what will make him feel better and improve, what he wants, what is the path that will lead him to direct his life towards mental well-being.

The diagnosed have to raise our voice and talk about what we need, what we like and what we do not. We should not be treated as  small children.It’s necessary to over come the inertia of institutions and families, and society in general, by infantilizing the so-called mad or mentally ill. But this does not come from now, is a scourge that we drag since centuries, it is part of the stigma to believe that the diagnosed do not serve, are stupid, are inferior…

You just have to pay attention to how people, in general, have no idea of so complex world in which the diagnosed persons of a lot of mental illness move: When it is not little intelligence, it is dangerous; When it is not inferiority, it is to blame the person for his suffering… How many families blame the patient for his suffering, as if the terrible pain that we pass was because we have sought it? Something that does not happen with other diseases. No one blames sombebody for cancer or severe pneumonia.

We have in our against that our pain is not touched, can not be observed as one observes a broken leg or something physical. As it is not seen, it is harder to understand what is happening to us and tends to minimize our suffering…

That is why it is so interesting that people who suffer from all kinds of mental health diagnosis join our forces and fight for a more compressive society with all mental health issues. We have to group and from the force that gives the union, in groups, to be able to scream what we want and what not, in the first person to say what we feel, what is what we need, to validate our voice, silenced for long in favor of experts and more experts…

Because… Who more experts than us in mental health? Who but oneself must take the reins of his so-called mental illness?

Expressing freely what we feel and all our complexity is very important to move towards healing. And the cure, for me, is well-being, it is that place where there is pain, because life is also pain, but happiness wins to suffering.

Princesa Inca

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