Let’s talk about mental illness and writing. For those of you who don’t know me, I’ve struggled with depression and anxiety for my entire life. It can be a long, hard struggle. Recently, my anxiety flared up so much that I had to take some time off from work. Living with mental illness is still a stigma in society, so I thought I would open up about it, get the conversation going.
Anxiety is a relentless disease, one that takes over your entire soul. However, in my case, I have been extremely fortunate, working with the right psychiatrist and the right psychologist. With the right combination of medication and therapy, this is the happiest I have been in a very long time. The disorder is currently in remission.
I wanted to talk about how this relates to my writing. When one has a mental disorder, it is crucial to have a creative, artistic outlet for that energy, that emotion, that rage, to find a new home. For me, that outlet has been writing. When you have an anxious mind, as I do, I have found that burying myself into a fictional world that I create, with characters that I control, brings immense satisfaction to an anxious mind. In the past few months, I have done the most writing I have ever done, and I continue to do so. It can be any art form; painting, dance, music, and the aforementioned writing. Just so long as one with a mental disorder has that outlet.
My recovery has allowed me to truly express myself with some great(?) works of fiction, that I will soon share with the world. And I really, really, want to drive home the point that if you have a mental disorder, you are not alone. Don’t be ashamed of it. If people think you’re crazy, fuck them. There is hope, help, and the chance for recovery. I am living proof.
My latest novel has an elephant with a minigun. Just throwing that out there.
Bye for now, hope everybody’s well!