I hate two words…

So, firstly let’s get something clear. If I have uttered the two words ‘mental’ & ‘health’ once, I’ve muttered them a trillion times. I don’t like those words, infact my distaste for them grows more intense daily.

When I talk of this topic, unfortunately the only way to get to the point the fastest way is to say ‘mental health’, that way everyone understands immediately what you are talking about.  I explained to my son when he was very young that people with this illness had a ‘poorly brain’. I hadn’t sat & thought at length how I would tell him what was wrong with his nanny, it just came out. After all, that is what’s the issue isn’t it? People who suffer from this illness have a brain which refuses to play ball. 🤷🏼‍♀️

People are funny beings aren’t they? Very sensitive little things with real chips upon shoulder’s about being  labelled. Ok, I do get it. I do. But personally I couldn’t give two baboons about what anyone thought about me or decided to ‘’label” Me! But that is just me. Of course, someone who has let’s say,  Dyslexia , Autism, Tourette’s, Mental Health  etc etc might not want to have that tag hanging around their neck & to be defined by what they have or what they are dealing with. But in this day we do lable, we understand labels because it’s an easier way to know what is ‘wrong’ with someone (not that there is anything wrong with anyone with anything) but again it comes down to what we understand in society. It’s a lot easier for someone to say, “oh she has mental health issues” it covers a huge spectrum from depression to schizophrenia & everything in between. Basically, you know that it is to do with the brain. But like I say, I just prefer to say “she has some shit going on upstairs” 🤷🏼‍♀️ I mean come on, who hasn’t?

so, those two words, I will simmer down to two letters. PB. Poorly brain. 🧠

This blog is for me. This blog is for maybe someone out there who feels alone & like they are the only one to be going through this awful illness or are dealing with a loved with it or have been touched by it in some way.

This is my own therapy, my own counselling & my way to get things off my chest. For me, I have been dealing with PB issues for 11 years. Not me personally,  although during the 11 years I’ve had my fair share of poorly brain symptoms! But with my beautiful mum. Mumma. I will share, shout, whinge & probably swear but my intention is to help. If I had found something I could relate to all those years ago I may have been able to save myself a whole heap of heart ache. But it’s okay, I’m still here, I’m still able to write this & I feel passionate about talking about this still taboo subject. So, sit back, relax, read & enjoy. Or don’t 🤷🏼‍♀️ I’m just gonna do my thing anyway 🤗

freda x