The Voice Inside by: Rose Clifford
She remembers the persuasive tick in her head,
the one that urged her to abandon her fragile sanity.
The silent whispers stuck to the walls of her mind,
telling her she does not deserve breath spilling out from her lungs,
nor the space of air her body carves out for itself.
Her brain seared in the wake of its haunting magnitude,
trolling her deeper into its shadows,
undressing the innocence her mind once held dear,
but then forgotten and substituted with bristling fear,
of herself, and this covering, this skin-
that disgusted the mind, but she was forced to live in.
“Approximately 1 in 5 youth aged 13–18 (21.4%) experiences a severe mental disorder at some point during their life. For children aged 8–15, the estimate is 13%.”
Though Mental Health Awareness Month is soon to expire, mental health never does. We must learn about mental illness; we must grasp how this intangible disease is eating away so many people – youth especially.
When I was younger, I severely questioned my sanity, and I became depressed wondering why I seemed so different from everyone else my own age. I have never felt as lonely as I did when these repetitive thoughts suffocated my brain. I had to force myself to watch something happy, like a Disney TV show, to keep my mind occupied. To stave off whatever was knocking at my mind’s door.
I do not wish this feeling on anyone. Please, if you can, go out and tell those you are close to that you love them. Shake them, literally shake them, and tell them if they are ever feeling miserable – as if life is not worth it any longer – that they can come directly to you. And when that day might come around. When the person you love is in shambles do not tell them everything will be just fine – tell them they are worth it.
Their life, their being – is worth it.