Remember that old phrase that was meant to impart some humorous, but obvious advice?
TODAY IS THE FIRST DAY OF THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!
Well, strange as it may seem, although it really borders in the irrelevant, it’s a phrase that once heard is difficult to forget.
And it has a problem: it is a double-edged sword.
For anyone who enjoys good health and especially good MENTAL health, it can usually be filed away in the ‘funny-but-irrelevant-therefore-forget it’ shelf in the recesses of their mind.
But for those, like me, who have the misfortune of having mental health issues the phrase is tantamount to a convicted, but innocent, person appearing before the parole review board each morning to hear that he, or she, has failed yet again in their attempts to get released from their life sentence.
Let me be clear: there is nothing remotely good about living with mental health issues, either for that person or even for those that are close to them.
Every day that dawns is not a new day of missed opportunity, because there is no longer opportunity to be missed. Each day is yet another time of life in the cell; it’s another day of looking out through bars to a world that, despite your best efforts, you are no longer a part of.
So you become tired: tired of trying; tired of deceiving yourself; tired of being deceived; tired of the hawkers and the quacks that make empty, self-serving claims and promises that they alone possess THE solution!; tired of your surroundings; tired of your friends; tired of your family; tired of… life.
And it’s at that point that it all comes home to you – you’re in for life and no matter how many times you go before that ‘parole board,’ you will never be released.
The get-out-of-jail-free card does not exist!
There isn’t even a hacksaw buried in the proverbial cake!
Does this sound familiar to you?
You know, I wish more than anything that I had an answer; the answer. If I did I would give it to each and every human being that is suffering as I am. Free!
Yes, that’s right… FREE! No charge, zero… nada…zilch. Sadly, I don’t have the answer.
Actually there was a time when I thought that I did, but no more and at 59 I’m a bit long in the tooth now to keep on hoping.
And you know what is particularly galling about that prison cell that I mentioned earlier..?
They threw away the key!