Stigma Video

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#achoicetovoice I've uploaded a short video of myself talking about my ill mental health and what I,ve suffered with. I feel it helps take off some of the weight, and release some pressure. I don't worry what people think anymore, but I know others do and this a massive thing people have to deal with – the thought of being judged. I'm trying to encourage people to upload their videos of what they suffer with and talk briefly about issues that maybe they been too nervous or afraid to say to others. I should say only do this if you feel in safe place mentally to do so. In the comfort of your own company tell the world a little of yourself and your experience. It may help others, and give a little shift in ending the stigma. It may also give people a bit more understanding of how you see life. A glimpse behind your eyes. Once you say it out loud, it gives it substance,makes it real, and then possibly easier to deal with. A chance to be open and honest and share a bit of yourself in 60 seconds. Use any language as emotions are universal. Once again only upload if you feel safe. So please if you feel safe and well to do please share your video. There are millions of people who struggle world wide with ill mental health. Together we can share our stories and prove we're not alone, even if it feels that way. Use the hashtag – #achoicetovoice #anxiety #depression #bipolar #videos #suicide #stigma #music #film #poetryencryptionmind #writers #mentalhealthawareness #nerves #socialanxiety #isolation #crying #celebrity #ocd #addict #obsessive #compulsive #obsession #syndrome #talk

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Survivors Guilt

Being alive
Means living, mourning the dead
Burdening the guilt
Of an innocent passing
Should have been me instead.
Please, take this life
That’s been self condemned
A mind half crazy
Not on the mend.
Any contact between the once alive
And all that was said
Reacts in my mind
Affecting my heart
Catching up to my head.
Leave the untainted souls
I wish to be taken
Took early by the gods of life
But they’ve been mistaken.
Up until their untimely deaths
I’ve just been holding on
I’m happy to let go
To relinquish this breathing con.
I cower at funerals, saying goodbye
Head down diverted
From the deceased families eyes.
As my heart still beats
It feels like a timeless curse
Take me, my life is expendable
I don’t live it as it’s worth.