if you are struggling with your mental health, please try to let go of any guilt that you feel for not involving yourself in activism you care about. You should be your main priority when you are struggling or when you are sick. You cannot help anyone else if you are not looking after yourself, it is never too late to start so you can take your time. And to those who watch from the outside, who see a lazy, uncaring, unempathetic person, it isn’t as simple as that. People who you would expect to care may also be working through some heavy stuff, and it may be time to practice some compassion.
I will never forget her because of the things she did, small things, but things that have had a huge effect on my life and the relationships I have been able to form with people. While she moves through life apparently totally unaware of the heartache and pain that she caused.
So, sometimes a wrong turn can be a good thing, it can lead to adventure and learning new things, and all of this is more likely to happen if you are taking the best people along with you for the ride. life is much like a road trip, sometimes the wrong turns and unexpected detours lead to the best memories. If you focus too far in front of you, you won’t see the shiny thing out the corner of your eye. Right?
It’s not only okay to be a soft person, but I would also argue that it is something to be proud of. Embrace the parts of you that are not yet hardened by the world, own the side of you that is emotional and sensitive. Think of all the wonderful things we could do if there were more people focused on being kind and empathetic in the world.
When someone outside of our brains, outside of the people who have close personal relationships with us recognises us with ease, it bursts the complacent BDD bubble. It is a jarring back to reality that our bodies and faces don’t morph and change regularly, that we do look a certain way all the time. And there is a twinge of fear at the back of our minds because we don’t know what that certain look is. We don’t know what we look like, but this person does, and we will never know what they see, what strangers see. It is extremely depersonalising to be unable to comprehend how we are perceived by others. How do you recognise me when I can’t recognise myself? And how is it fair that you know my face better than I do?
nstoppable train that is Love Island worries me most because, to me, it means one of two things. Either the progress we have apparently made as a society in reducing the stigma around mental health and improving attitudes is all fake and is nothing more than a trend for people to get more likes and clout on the internet and no one really wants to fight for genuine change. Or protecting people’s mental health, preserving someone’s life, is simply not as important to people as some low-rate evening entertainment.