A Tale Of Self-Expression

Mental health/illness contains a deep expression of humanity which can be offered in articulation. As a companion conversation for society to listen to. If we accept this mechanism then we will see there are deep reasons why this can be so.

We are all carrying two conversations with us, real and unreal narratives. They co-exist and they can both stay healthy or become unwell.

Ever since collective observation began when the unreal tune in a person raises its voice it is quickly identified as not being useful to the reality of the times. It is outside the camp, separate, a curse, a problem, a drain on resources, unproductive, redundant or simply sick. You could draw an immediate dividing line when it appears and people do. It might be a source of comedy or you might find yourself ostracised as a leper. So I must trust society to help and tolerate illness in lean as well as prosperous times so we do not feel driven away.

Moreover there is an unknown reason why personal attributes become lame in sufferers and the unreal is the “only” narrative. A journey has commenced and an experience is happening. When we recover something has changed. So we need to talk about it or express it in an art form.

We begin to sense that an abstract, seemingly incongruous life is OK in the eyes of the universe. It is not always possible to be a baby maker or big wage earner. We are able to establish and experience a perfectly valid parallel life. Love will make it work. It can be shared. There is a place for it in the world. All we need is the room and space to live it, unstigmatised as contributors.

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