17F here. Q here. What do I think about when we talk about mental health?
Suddenly there’s a big hoohaa about this term.
I’m thankful that Mental health has become a big thing thanks to advocacy. We better understand what is mental health and how it is important to all of us. Schools have more Mental health related talks and even provide hotlines. Some schools have Peer support training for school peer supporter. Even from a younger person’s POV, the older generation do make a point to be curious about this topic. Social organisation have also try to do many outreach in the hopes of educating the public through many events.
Maybe we might have gone pass stereotypes and stigma, have we?
The next question is: is it enough? We have definitely gone pass mental health advocacy. But the question is does mental health advocacy lead to mental health understanding? Have you come across someone passing you a leaflet, only for you to throw it away? Have you heard of a classmate laughing, " wow, exam is so stressful, I WANT TO DIE." or “Wow I think I have TRUAMA/DEPRESSION” without truly understanding what it means? Social media so no help either as people do fall in the trap of self diagnosing themselves and believing in psychology tricks without like actually thinking if it is a reliable stats or data. (I seen it all over TikTok.) Suddenly we are all expert in the mental health field.
Bits of my Personal journey with mental health
Mental heath has been somewhat dear to me, I first started my advocacy 6 months ago after my O’levels. But first, I wanted to work on my healing journey first.
Singapore glorified that I should seek help! See a therapist. So with whatever strength I have left, I clinged on to my hope and went to therapy for the first time on my own. To all the therapist out there, you know how social services have this confidentiality form. It was so scary man. But I went in for my first session cause they say I do not need perental consent only for the first session. Honestly, I find it hard to gauge my first session. But for the next session, I had to get my parents to sign with My mom asking me about what problems I have. (You don’t need to have problems to go for therapy btw!) “Anxiety lor”. Soon I went to the next session. And the next. And I think my parents forgotten about therapy because we never brought it up ever again. Sometimes Im wondering if they know I’m suffering at all. I’m currently more than 10 session in.
At the age of 17, I was all alone desperately finding help.
Here is a presenting problem: I’m not getting better. I know how I was taught that healing is not linear. Which I totally agree. But you know when you are stuck in this vicious cycle and you really want to get out, your next instinct is desperation? I’ll do anything I can.
So I looked into other organizations: free Mental health assessments; some social services programmes for youths, go for talks by different social services, volunteer my time to find like minded people. All these in a desperate attempt.
Sometimes my mental health will get so bad till I can’t get out of bed. There will be hotlines I can use rather than talking to friend who is busy with their own lives or family members who you are not close to. All in all, strangers who wouldn’t mind me sharing, plus I’m anonymous!
But I still can’t get any better… so I deleted myself out of my own IG account cause social media is sure damn toxic.
I done the steps. I did what I was told to do. But I still feel the same. The same fucked up feeling still stays within me… nothing got better.
And it’s not like I’ll have the same set of enthusiasm everytime I fail. I want to be okay. I know I’m impatient. Cause I don’t know when I will fall.
Thoughts?