I think an appropriate first post would be what this blog stands for.
Society thrives on a dependence of labels. Homosexual, heterosexual, wealthy, poor, Republican, Democrat, etc. Some of these labels are necessary identifiers, such as your profession. Calling yourself a banker or sales clerk or entertainer has no negative connotation behind it , leaving you free to roam this giant space-rock in peace because, unless you’re a drug dealer or prostitute, you can brush off whatever stereotypes or stigmas your career may carry. No big deal.
But then the world begins to label other things, ones more personal, like what gender you happen to be attracted to or what mental illness has been debilitating you all these years. These labels for mental illness were designed to make it easier to single out what exactly is wrong, thus paving a clearer road for professionals to determine which specific aid needs to be given to which specific affliction.
Well, that didn’t last long.
Now you’re defined by your ailments and your diagnosis is used against you, your mind suddenly becoming weaponized by those who don’t understand. If you deviate from the norm at any degree, you’re weird. If you’re even a bit quirky or odd, you’re immediately considered foreign and strange. That’s the price of putting it out there, I guess — except you can’t really control whatever it is that you put out. That’s you. That’s how you’re wired.
And it’s a fantastic thing.
Because you’re not alone. You’re not weird or strange or abnormal. There are many, many, many more you’s out there and they’re all chugging along on the same track.
If you’re sick of hearing, “Oh, just stop worrying so much.” “It’s not hard, just don’t think about it.” “It’s all in your head.” “You can control your own feelings.” then come join me and let’s stop the world from treating you as if you yourself are the disorder.