via Daily Prompt: Transformation
Transformation.
That’s what Vanessa calls this stage in my life. She tries to convince me that the tremors that rock that body are transformative. That the fears that creep up the back of my throat threatening to choke me are transformative. I struggle daily to believe that even though breathing feels like drowning, I am not drowning.
At the office today, John skipped a new business meeting because he was nursing a head cold. He didn’t feel the continuous coughing, sneezing and wheezing was conductive to an important meeting. I skipped out on the meeting today because I didn’t feel hyperventilation and wide eyed attendance was a good look. The real problem here though is that John is given a pass.
Physical illness is something that can be seen, quantified, and medicated. Mental illness is something that can rarely be seen, quantified or medicated easily. It’s an evolving field that is still grasping at legitimacy, despite being highly studied. Mental illness is not talked about in good company and frankly, it’s not talked in any company. It’s this stigma that keeps people suffering in silence. So instead, we play the game: go to work, keep it together, don’t tell anyone(they’ll think you are incapable), try and have healthy relationships, go to bed, rinse and repeat.
Even as I sit here and type, I have to remind myself I am breathing.
But, progress is one day at a time.