MIND: Mental illnesses isn’t our daily talk, right?
ILLNESS: We shouldn’t talk about it…are you crazy? You are not ill, you are just crazy…
MIND: but it’s what I’m feeling, this is exactly what i feel, what i see, what i hear, what i breathe.
ILLNESS: no it’s all in your head, nothing is wrong, it’s just you overthinking this.
MIND: But i really have a problem, i can’t eat or i eat too much.
ILLNESS: It happens to everyone, we lose appetite, just control yourself it’s simple.
MIND: What about my anxiety, i can’t control my thoughts, they’re really fast sometimes that i can’t do anything about it, so i just end up doing things and going to places that are really dark.
ILLNESS: you watch too many movies, for your mind to go so far in places, just get over yourself.
MIND: I really can’t!!! It affects me so much, to the point i can’t turn them off at night, i can’t sleep, and if I sleep, i keep waking up, or i sleep too much.
ILLNESS: just do sports, it helps! Everyone struggles with sleep, you’re probably just stressed. And what’s wrong with sleeping too much? You’re lucky you can do that.
MIND: But i really can’t, i tried everything, i really did. I will try to tell you something, and tell me if you ever felt like this, when I’m anxious i feel like there are monsters in my guts, who keep punching them, squeezing them, turning them around, stabbing them. It’s so physical that it really hurts, so tell me how i can make it stop, how can i control something like that.
ILLNESS: That sounds just like a normal stomach ache, you should just see a doctor.
MIND: why can’t you just understand that i don’t feel good, i am actually depressed, i don’t see the light anymore, the cloud follows me everywhere.
ILLNESS: you’re really just overthinking this again. And as a matter of fact i think you’re crazy. Stop talking to me, this is all bullshit!! It’s probably something you read somewhere, and you started over analyzing and putting labels into nothing.
ILLNESS WALKS AWAY ANGRILY
MIND: Illness, you will never understand me, you are everyone, my family, my friends, my society, my world. You are so blind, that you keep lying to yourself, you think you are not the same?
You are exactly me.
You are what made me.
You are what created me.
You are the mess in me.
You will never leave, but one day I will.