The Invisible Illness, That’s Not So Invisible Pt. 1

All the chaos and increase in mental health-related issues and how it’s classified as the “Invisible Illness.” The invisible illness that’s not really all that invisible. Yeah, I get we can’t physically see the disease laid out for anyone. There is an ass-ton of illnesses that disguises itself under the invisibility cloak. You can’t see a cold either. Yeah, you can hear a cough. You can also hear someone cry, scream, and, most notably, the silence.

I have enough lived experience to say someone noticed. Someone at some point in your life noticed something was off about you. Your behavior wasn’t of the norm, or you carried bruises on your body. The invisible illness stays “invisible” because no one wants to talk about or get involved. Why, because it’s messy and dramatic. Don’t get me wrong, there are a lot of people out there that love the messy, dramatic, but if it doesn’t benefit them in some way, their involvement won’t happen. People don’t get involved because they don’t think it is there right or business. Which the details are not but possibly saving someone’s life should be everybody’s business.

All mental illnesses can lead to suicide. According to the CDC, in 2018, the tenth leading cause of death in the U.S. was suicide. Suicide claimed over 48,000 lives, and this doesn’t count the deaths counted as unknown causes or suicides claimed accidental deaths. According to the WHO (World Health Organization), in September 2019, suicide is the third leading cause of death in 15–19-year-olds. Globally we have 1 million people die by there own hands every year. Yes, every 40 seconds, someone is dying by suicide. From 1999–2017Suicidal deaths have increased by 33%. Don’t think that seems to think much okay. I’ll break down that math for you. There are roughly 7.5 billion people in the world; 33% of 7.5 billion is approximately 2.3 billion people. In about two decades, we lost 2.3 billion people.

Now I want to bring some eye-opening information to you. The Coronavirus or Covid-19 we are all dealing with globally as a pandemic. Covid-19 has taken 910k lives globally in a short time. We are hopeful for a vaccine as soon as next year, some even say before the end of 2020. If a vaccine is a long and complicated process that typically takes years to develop, I’ll remain hopeful. This subject also brings me to question why in 2020, we have no vaccine for AIDS or an antibiotic to clear HIV, but that deserves a write of its own. The world is freaking out and rightfully so over Covid-19 but has roughly killed the same amount of people in one year as suicide.

Why is the world not in panic over the suicide pandemic. If it does not affect or endanger the ones we care for or ourselves, we do not view or see it as a problem. An example, in terms you can relate to your best friends, mom was like a mother to you. She may as well had been. She passes away, you’ve lost your mother. You ask to have time off from work. Your boss tells you no. It’s not considered immediate family, so they do not permit you time off. Suppose an identical scenario came up for your boss. If you confront him/her about your similar situation, they will not apprehend why you are so uncompassionate. To empathize and sympathize long term, it takes directly effecting a person as a whole.

Short term empathy and sympathy shouldn’t go unnoticed, but it’s not enough. Praise the teacher, the neighbor, and the long-distance relatives that show compassion. Typically when these people reach out or take action, they fall short of the follow-up. These actions do work and save lives, but with follow-up and continuous observation so many more lives can be spared. It is you business and yes there will be people (typically abusers) get nasty when your all up in it. At the end of the day you saved a life, helped raise awareness, and stomped stigma that is something to be proud of

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The Borderline in Me

I am a 32-year-old female who received a diagnosis of Borderline Personality Disorder in late September 2019. After being wrongfully diagnosed most of my existence as many other borderline patients have, it was almost a relief. Shortly after, it felt more like another bomb of worthlessness went off. I felt cursed until I decided it was time to speak up. I am one of many created borderlines. The trauma from my history created inside of me a blessing or a curse. I am choosing to make use out of my BPD instead of letting it overpower my will to survive it. When the professional compared it to third-degree burn victims all over there, body physicians nailed it. This pain we feel our emotions are not exaggerated, and most of us would give anything not ever to shed another tear. I want to help others and connect with those alike. I am here to share my story as my voice deserves to be heard and give courage for others to speak.

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