I'll never understand why every organ in my body gets supports and sympathy when ill except my brain.
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Each day I live with that guilt.
That guilt is eating me up. The guilt of being a murder.
I was denied the chance to become a father all because of that voice.

I could never forget that memory. We just returned from a visit to the gynecologist. We were expectant parents to three bundles of joy. No word could describe that happiness, alas! It was shortlived.

One minute we were having a discussion the next blood sprawled across the floor. The image of blood made me realise what I've done. What that voice had made me do.

I can never forget the sounds of her screams,  her yells begging me to save her. Her cry for help. I wanted to help but that voice held me down.

It wasn't my fault, or was it? I told her that I needed help. I told her to allow me get treatment. I told her about my decision to see a therapist but she held me back.

She didn't want to be the wife of a lunatic. She didn't want to be referred to as a wife to mad person. She didn't tell me but I knew. I knew all about it.

When will people understand that I'm not a lunatic! I'm just human like you that needs help! When will people stop the stigma! I'm just another human with voices in my head. Voices that I can put under control if I get help. Help that came too late.

The neighbors came to the rescue. I was too dumbfounded to help. I watched as the ambulance carried her into the stretcher. I didn't miss the dispiteful looks they gave me.

You want to know what happened? She lost the babies. All three of them. The fall from the stairs had given her a fractured bone. She lost the chance to become a mother. A mother to three bundles of joy. All because of that voice.

But she had a part to play, right? She knew of my condition but stopped me from getting help. She knew about the voices but gave in to the stigma. She chose to ignore all the signs until it came bouncing back at her. Perhaps if she had encouraged me to get help, we would have been   together by now. If only she hadn't given in to the stigma. If only I had gone to get help.

I remember my last visit to the hospital. Her puffy eyes, her lost weight, her cries. I remember those words that she said. She was to be discharged that day. I remember begging her for one more chance. I remember my pleas. I remember that day, the rain was heavy. As if, joining us to cry. I remember the look she gave me when I was about to follow her out of the hospital. She turned to look at me and smiled. A smile that I couldn't decipher it's meaning. With that, she walked onto the rain and didn't look back. That was the last time anyone ever saw her.

Please don't try to judge people without knowing what it is to get out from bed, look and feel presentable and face the day. You never truly know their struggles
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Depression isn't an act. Bipolar Disorder isn't a phase. Suicide isn't a coward escape. Self-harm is not seeking attention. PTSD isn't something you can snap out of. Stop acting like you know everything. Try asking about our illness and most importantly, have some compassion and try to be understandable.
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Depression is not selfish
Anxiety is not rude
Schizophrenia is not wrong
Mental illness isn't self centered any more than a broken leg or the flu is.
If your mental illness makes you feel guilty, search the definition of illness and try to treat yourself with the same respect and concern you'd show to a cancer patient
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I apologize if this is not what you were expecting. I'd try to make up for it in the next update which I hope to be soon. I hope you learnt from this as much as I did.

What's your take on the story? What do you wish had been done differently? Any lessons? Please state your views 😊.

And sometimes people are not directly affected by the stigma but due to the fact that they see the way people all around are treated. The fear to open up. Going to a therapist for your mental health should just be like going to a doctor for flu.

Stop the stigma against mental health. Help others you know get help. Listen to someone today. Perhaps that's all they need, someone to listen to them. Racheal Naomi Ramen said : The most basic and powerful way to connect to another person is to listen. Just listen. Perhaps the most important thing we can ever give each other is our attention. A loving silence often has far more power to heal and to connect than the most well-intentioned words

No one chooses to be mentally ill so before you judge someone consider this : what if you ( a relative or a close friend) became unwell and were diagnosed with a MH condition. How would you desire to be treated? Would you have a need to be listened to and not be stereotyped? You can help to #EndTheStigma right now by listening and not just assuming.

#STOP THE STIGMA
#TALK ABOUT YOUR MENTAL HEALTH

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