Why read a post about mental illness?
- Demographics. Nearly a quarter of the U.S. population will meet criteria for some mental illness this year. Mental illness touches everyone’s life.
- Friendships. Maybe you want to support friends who are suffering. Or you know that increased understanding means a decreased chance of hurting someone you care about.
- Personal Impact. You want to reduce your own chances of experiencing mental illness or cope better with the situation you are in.
- Charity. Perhaps you are someone who wants to “Speak the truth in love.” The more you know, the better you can reach and relate to someone who struggles with mental health.
Whatever your reason, here are five points that might shift your views on mental illness:
1. Mental illnesses are part of the spectrum of common human experience.
I can’t speak for you, but I know I experience anxiety quite often. I remember anxiety over speaking in high school or asking someone on a first date. Now I feel anxiety when others evaluate my work, or when I have to confront someone I care about. I am sure you have worried about some aspect of your life: “Will we have enough to retire?” “Will the principal judge me if my daughter wears mismatched socks and shoes to school?” “Is there something wrong with me if I see the dress as white and gold?” Anxiety and worry are human experiences, but for some they are debilitatingly intense or pervasive. Read More →
You know someone with a mental disorder. Even if you don’t know it yet. Whether family, co-workers or acquaintances, we’ll call them “your friend.” Since you are reading this, I know you are a caring and compassionate person who would like to understand and support your friend.
When I was growing up older folks often spoke of a “mid-life crisis.” Hitting forty was usually the critical period they had in mind. These days I’ve noticed it hits a lot sooner. Maybe it’s because we live in a “youth culture” that forces the questions of aging and being successful a lot quicker. Maybe it’s just the stress. But these days, there’s just something about the mid-thirties that hits a lot of folks. I was no exception. My mid-thirties were difficult years for me—years filled with anxiety and self-doubt.
In our culture, we sometimes think of physical healing as near magic. Take this potion, that magic pill, wave the x-ray wand, blast it with invisible radiation. Voila! You’re better. Our medical treatments are certainly advanced, but such a degree of technical progress can reduce our sense of agency in the process. Participating in treatment can feel analogous to taking the car into the shop for an adjustment.