Being aware of mental health for a week doesn’t change anything

Being aware of mental health for a week doesn’t change anything

16th May 2019 Off By Tuckered

In a week where we’re supposed to reflect and concentrate on mental health, whether it be ours, a friend’s, or a loved one’s, we’re still painfully far from finding real solutions to this epidemic.

I say epidemic because it feels almost cool to be bi-polar, have depression, or some other crippling, self diagnosed ism.

But I don’t think for one second that it’s a bandwagon. If anything we’re just happier to discuss it, which can’t be a bad thing.

A case in point was Jason Manford’s recent video, which I imagine opened a lot of eyes.

Depression isn’t always sitting alone in the canteen, choosing books over people, and walking around with a face like a slapped arse.

Depression is a deceptive beast, it has many faces. It can be confident, crack jokes and invite you to parties. It can be the life and soul of the party, turning the music up, mixing the drinks and crying behind the clown mask.

Social media doesn’t help either. Other people rubbing their perfect lives in your face, WhatsApp groups you know exist but aren’t included in.

A handful of cunts mocking a 16 year old girl with Down’s syndrome on Twitter can literally ruin your day, it did mine.

I think social media gives you a true reflection of society. What people really think without their coffee, suit, bullshit and bluster filter. Just naked, masked thoughts floating about. That can’t be good for any of us.

But a week of contemplation? I don’t know.

How are we supposed to take mental health seriously when it took someone committing suicide to ban a show that actively fucking goaded people with mental illness?

When a government that has literally cut mental health services, driven people to suicide, and then appointed a fucking suicide minister because it’s become such a big issue criticises the same show?

That’s fucking mental.

We need practical solutions, not doctor’s hoping you say the magic words “end it all” in your 10 minute slot so they can whip out the Citralopram script.

Work environments that invest in more than a poster telling you to ‘take five minutes out’ for one week in a year.

A properly funded NHS where mental and physical health are taken just as seriously. We need to tackle young men literally throwing their lives away.

Until then, fuck mental health awareness week. Just check in on your buddies and don’t get fucked off when they ignore your text. That simple act can make a difference.

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