The mental health journey

I went to a friend to share my deviant thoughts But after disclosing my feelings, I felt like dross. There's time I say things that are hurtful and malicious People lose trust in me and they are always suspicious. I went to a psychiatrist to seek some professional aid But refused to tell her everything because I was afraid that she would diagnose me with a mental condition so instead I decided to seek for an answer in religion. I went to the preacher to get some pastoral advice and told him about all my filthy and habitual lies how I have a tendency to believe what I say is true my lies are so good, I wallow in my own point of view. I am convinced that I know how to treat my impairment that no one else can conduct a mental health assessment. so instead I continue in my journey without medication realizing someday it will lead to a major decompensation. After working in the mental health field for many years this was the mindset of a lot of us. We felt that no one could identify what was wrong with us, so we continue self diagnosing and self medicating ourselves and thus leading to mental deterioration, ultimately landing us in the hospital.

Eon

I love to write about my life, my family, and my Christian values. We struggled growing up but our parents always found a way to provide us with what we needed. We grew up laborers, working in the fields in Minnesota, Wisconsin, and Texas. My 8...

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