Mental Illness
When one is faced with the mental illness of a loved one, we
immediately succumb to the sadness.
“Oh the poor thing,” we say. “If only he/she knew.”
And when it is us who is suffering from mental illness; do we say if we
could keep it conscious?
“Oh poor me. If only I knew.”
Of course not you might say. You can’t have an experience beyond
being conscious of the experience.
Mental illness is the saddest of all illnesses.
When one has the awareness and the
wherewithal to comprehend and act upon one's
own illness, though we may writhe and rant in
our suffering, “oh how sad” is seldom the theme.
Mental Illness
We are listening. To care for the mentally ill, we must create safety.
You are safe my child. Here you are not under threat. Here all is as it should be.
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and we are conscious.
we are aware,
On some level, and at all times,
Thank you for being here! And welcome
to the beginning of your road home!
And Your Personal Muse says:
“Oh you clever and very
intelligent person.
How nice of you to have
survived in any way you could!’
Mental illness.
Coma.
Near death.
Here is where your road home begins, and if you like, ends.
Here there is Love. Here there is listening. Here there is heeding.
And that is enough.
Let’s get started.
With no investment in the outcome, with the freedom to be, with
Love and support, the mentally ill can choose to return to us.
Or they may not.
Acceptance and Love can help the first tear to penetrate
the wall of never-never land surrounding the mentally ill.
Never, never trust again.
Never, never let reality hurt so much.
To maybe see for the first time the always-always land of trust and
support that the mentally ill requires to try and make that first step.
Never underestimate the human
mind Your Personal Muse says.
It is the mind of the universe itself.
