I’m still here. I’m busy and happy, but I’m here. Things are going well, but there’s a lot going on. I’ll try to write more soon, but I always say that and it usually doesn’t happen.
I’m posting today to share this interesting and humorous post on Cracked.com. In particular, the points about addiction and counseling are relevant, but it’s a good read overall.
Society was — and still is — in the dark ages when it comes to any kind of mental or emotional problems. Practical advice on dealing with your own emotional swings is not a subject you’ll find being taught at schools or home or… pretty much anywhere. To this day, if you need physical therapy on a knee you sprained playing football, you’re a badass. But if you need mental therapy, even simple counseling, you’re crazy. Damaged. All talk of it is awkward, the subject of jokes to be made when they’re well out of earshot. So the stigma keeps us at home, quietly accepting that there’s something wrong with us. Something shameful.
He’s got a point there; that’s why I didn’t want to get help (or even admit I had a problem) for so long.
