As Mental Health Awareness Week draws to a close, it’s important to look towards the way ahead. The other weeks of the year where most people, and the media, aren’t paying attention to mental health, but mental illness ploughs forth regardless. Remember to keep checking in with those close to you, ask if they’re OK, not only this week but always.
Personally, I am feeling a lot better in myself coming to the end of this week. At the beginning I felt rubbish, unmotivated, and useless. It’s been an extremely up and down week, but now I feel hopeful. As though I am capable of achieving what I’m dreaming of. As though this isn’t the end of the line for me. I also know that feeling won’t last. I will feel shit again, probably fairly soon, and I will feel as though my dreams are out of reach. However, again, that’ll be temporary. I’m only just coming to realise this brain stuff won’t simply go away. I’ll have this forever, it isn’t an illness I can cure, but I can find my best ways of living alongside it.
I, like most people, need to understand that social media and reality differ massively. I’m as guilty of filtering my life as anyone else. Of scrolling through everyone else’s filtered realities and comparing my naked truth to it. We all try to pretend we’re living our best life—because often, I think, we feel as though if we can make other people believe, we may begin to believe it ourselves.
So, moving forwards, I am going to try and use this new-found motivation to edit my other manuscript and begin querying it to agents this year (here we go again!). I also want to write my own screenplay, my first foray into adult fiction, before the end of 2019.
In essence, I shall use every clear-headed day to follow my dream, and do my absolute best not to consider myself a failure for the days I must use all my energy on simply getting up. I hope you can do the same.