Do you happen to know anybody who's going through rough times right now due to reasons that have something to do with mental health and substance abuse? If you answered yes, what do you feel deep within you every time you look at them? What truly comes into your mind when you see them in that situation knowing in the back of your head, you know they can do so much better than that? It can be hurting, am I right? Especially when you just watch there and hope you can help them, but you know there's nothing really much you can do.
I know someone from my hometown who's been known for her mental health disorder. I had witnessed several times when she was in really ill, she'd do things that would make you feel so bad about her. I felt sorry for what she went through that triggered her illness! But above all, I felt sorry for those people who, instead of doing something to help her, sat there and laughed at her condition. They think she was crazy and they even made fun of her. It was something that, to me, was degrading on their part. There they were, who supposedly were the "
normal" people, making fun of someone who wasn't in her right mind just because they think it was funny. That, right there, was downright unacceptable! They should have known better and acted more understanding toward her condition. She deserved to be understood, accepted for not being herself because of her mental issue, and above all, she deserved to be treated like everybody else. She didn't want herself to be in that situation for sure, if she was only given a choice. The reason behind her mental breakdown was, as I was told by people, her husband left and took one of their two children with him. They said, since then, she completely went downhill.
If only we have a facility in our town that offers
post traumatic stress disorder treatment, I knew she would have gotten better. Her family had to take her to the city, which is a 24-hour long drive (by bus) from our town, just to get her to a doctor that treats mental illness like the one she had.
I've had incidents where she almost looked like she wanted to attack me, but she never scared me once. The truth is, we were friends when she's not in that
condition. She's such a nice person, a loving Mother, and a good wife. I've had conversations with her and if you didn't know that she has mental illness, you wouldn't even suspect that she has one. That's why I felt so bad that she had to suffer just because she couldn't get the proper treatment and care that she deserved. I knew that if only she was taken care of, she would have recovered and could have been given a better chance in life, especially that she has kids who need her.
I haven't heard anything about her in years. The last thing I was told was, she went missing when they took her to the city to have her treatment done. Some said, she was never found, while others said, she was found and was brought back to our town. I just hope she's all right now, and that she actually got better. I may haven't done anything to help her during those times, but at the time and at a young age, I never stopped hoping and praying that she'll recover soon. And I'm still hoping that she did, or that she will.