Chelise King
Stories (3/0)
Run to the Cure
I wish with every fiber of my being that there was a cure. It often times seems as though the most painful diseases and illnesses in our world are the ones that are left incurable. When someone breaks a bone, they are put into a cast. When someone is diagnosed with cancer, they are hospitalized. Yet, when someone is diagnosed with a mental illness, they are sent back home to carry out the tasks of their daily life. They are sent back to work, school, and responsibility after responsibility. The person sitting next to you at this very moment may be suffering with the most severe depression. Your best friend at school might be crumbling under the mental demands of his OCD.
By Chelise King5 years ago in Psyche
Accepting Your Mental Illness
It was no surprise to me when I was diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder. I sat in a room across from a petite lady at a desk who read off a series of questions all regarding the way that I felt on a daily basis. It was as if she was a robot, repeating her script she had memorized with no empathy or compassion. Throughout the conversation, it took everything in me to not break down and cry. As I answered honestly to question after question, I felt so defeated. I did not want this. I did not want to admit that yes, I do panic at the idea of leaving my house or yes, I don’t eat more than a few almonds a day. I did not want to be at a hospital. I did not want to be mentally ill. Frankly, I did not need this stranger to diagnose me with Generalized Anxiety Disorder because I was already well aware that I had it—and that I had had it for the past year.
By Chelise King6 years ago in Psyche