Mental Health Warriors
Yesterday I went onto Twitter, having been off it for a couple of weeks.
The usual hate-filled my screen.
The usual opinions filled my screen.
Twitter is toxic.
Needs to be brutally culled.
I try not to scroll.
It’s hard building an audience without engaging with the tech.
Almost impossible actually in the modern world.
The only way is to pay to play.
If your business model is to pay first, then you can do it.
But it takes a decent amount of cash.
If your business model is organic first, then you’re left with having to engage.
How can this be done without destroying your sanity?
Social media is a drug.
However, you cut it.
It’s a drug, plain and simple.
It’s also fake.
The authorities have concerns over fake news.
How about fake lifestyles?
Fake human existence?
Only the best foot forward.
The 8% of the iceberg.
The genuine human condition and struggle are neatly kept off-screen.
Only that cringe-worthy curated life of being your best self.
Some people don’t.
They use it like a therapy session.
That’s sad that they have no way to get support other than from strangers.
And fucked up, in that distressed people won’t seek the help of a therapist.
Even if you have no money, there is a ton of mental health support.
You just have to look.
It won’t turn up at your door.
Unless, of course, you psych out and assault your neighbour.
Then initially, it won’t be the nice kind of attention you were looking for.
I have been into the underworld and back out again.
I had the wrong kind of attention turn up at my door.
So it’s not like I don’t know these mental health spaces.
And I see this a lot in the recovery community.
There are warriors and wimps regarding how a person handles mental health.
Warriors do their damnedest to sort their shit out.
They seek out support.
They do the programme (even if it’s in their own way).
They sort themselves out.
Wimps turn up, moaning the whole time.
They don’t work the programme.
They play the perpetual victim.
If that were a drug addict, you’d leave them alone until they either hit rock bottom or died before the penny dropped.
It’s a tough love approach.
It’s also the most empowering approach.
The state wants you to be a perpetual victim.
The do-gooders want you to be a perpetual victim.
It makes them feel special.
Notice I said them.
Yes, for do-gooders, it’s all about them and how good charitable work makes them feel than it is about you and your suffering.
Whatever fiction they tell themselves.
The Circle is a space to share our pain.
To share our struggles most honestly and directly.
There’s a caveat, though.
Providing you are…
If you are not, then the Circle is not a place for vomiting your perpetual victimhood.
You will be supported if you are seen to be making an effort.
You will be challenged if you are seen just to be using the space for poor-me sympathy votes.
In a loving way.
But you won’t be let off the hook for playing the victim.
Doing the work could be as simple as sitting under a tree and taking ten mindful breaths.
Then share in The Circle.
The practices are simple.
We start with one thing.
All you are asked to do is this one thing.
I know it’s hard to start.
But all you are asked to do is the equivalent of walking one step.
Regardless of what your head might be telling you.
You are, underneath all the shit, a deeply powerful person with a huge amount of resources.
Let’s face it.
You are alive.
Right here, right now.
Congratulations on showing up.