People of WordPress. Please. I’m on my knees begging you to listen to what I have to say. I desperately need your help. Don’t dismiss this post as wanting attention. I could care less about my views and my likes. This is something that is so much more than me and hits at the core of my entire blog. The purpose of my entire writing!
I know by posting this my reputation and entire blog is on the line. I know that I’m up against a giant with a massive army ready to stand with him and I’m scared to death that I’ll lose. I’m scared of the kind of backlash I’ll get and how triggering it could be. But I’m determined to not go down without a fight.
Earlier this evening, I was browsing around the Reader and came across a heart-breaking post from one of my favorite followers Jason Cushman (aka the Opinionated Man) called Journal Entry 4.
I’ve admired his blog and been very active about reading, liking, and commenting until this.
This…post…tore me apart. In any other case, I would have dismissed this as just another ignorant rant about people who like to “complain” about their mental illnesses. But the wording and the apathy that’s drenched in every word is mortifying. Absolutely. Fucking. Disgusting.
I tried along with Vic, Tessa, and Dyane to reason with him and make him see that to his 56,000+ followers, his words are DAMAGING and can be terribly misconstrued and have disastrously negative effects on the lives of so many people. His words reach ears I wish I could reach.
“I get amused by people who claim to be bi polar”
…what in God’s name?!
And no! I don’t think I’m overreacting. This took a long time to process and let simmer. It could very well indeed have been a childish rant. A juvenile attempt to make light of people who have paranoid delusions, hallucinations, and uncontrollable mood swings. However, on the surface, that first line of the post still sticks out to me.
I get AMUSED by people who CLAIM to be bi polar
For Jason (OM), it is amusing to think people identify as having a neurological disease. It is funny when bipolars suffer under the cloak of severe fucking depression; begging for death like it’s food. It’s hilarious when bipolars self-harm. It’s comical when bipolars’ anxiety levels reach a medically dangerous limit that they go into full blown painful panic attacks and have trouble breathing. It’s humorous when bipolars are manic and spend tens of thousands of dollars on shit they don’t need with money they don’t have and have to go through the embarrassment of looking at the credit card bill and knowing they may lose their mortgages, jobs, friends, family, etc. It’s entertaining when bipolars desperately fight the urge to cheat on their spouses/partners and fall into temptation and lose the loves of their lives.
It’s the funniest thing on the entire fucking planet when bipolar takes their lives. When stones are filled to the brim in the pockets of a trenchcoat and a bipolar jumps into the river to drown.
It’s. So. Fucking. Amusing.
If you know someone or love someone with bipolar disorder, I urge you to speak up!!
I can only do so much from my end. I’m sobbing. This post was so difficult to write and yet I needed to say something because my wants and my needs are valid no matter what anyone says.
We need to END STIGMA. End the stigma and recognize that our mental illness is not something to be laughed at.
But I urge you…DO IT WITH PRIDE! Reblog. Retweet. Email. Talk. Write a letter. Let’s get this to the highest possible ears! Stand up for your rights as a human being that deserves all the respect and love there is to give. Don’t spew obscenities and hatred. Don’t sink to his level. But say something please. Anything.:
Our lives begin to end the day we become SILENT about things that matter.
-Dr.Martin Luther King Jr.