So one day this rash shows up on your arm after you go for a walk
You assume at the time no big deal
Just be careful on walks
But then the rash never leaves
It just kind of festers and grows
Until it's gone from a patch to an outbreak
You try getting more sleep
Maybe change your diet
And you stop taking walks
But the rash still grows
And it grows
And it becomes uncontrollable
It take over your life
Prevents you from going out
From enjoying life
It keeps you as it's prisoner
And you hate that rash
So you try to banish it
It's no longer a mere accident but a full infection
So you look into it some more
But there are so many things that start out as a rash
You figure maybe you just have dry skin
But what if that's not it
What if you have a disease or worse
So now you both have a rash and are afraid
You don't know what to do
So you try everything in your power
But the rash remains
You're without options
It's time to bring in outside help
You ask yourself what it could be
And as much as you think you might know
You have a hunch and you're terrified to have it confirmed
So the question remains
While ignorance is pain it is also bliss on the soul
Knowledge heals but not without bringing about an often ugly truth
That is what having a mental disorder is like
It's not beautiful
It's not easy
It's like a rash
But it's inside your brain so not quite like a rash
But also very much like a rash in the way it mentally controls you
And it eats you away begging for an answer
And answer you'l never have
At least not without some pain
Jun 17, 2020
Jun 17, 2020 at 12:29 AM UTC
So one day this rash shows up on your arm after you go for a walk
You assume at the time no big deal
Just be careful on walks
But then the rash never leaves
It just kind of festers and grows
Until it's gone from a patch to an outbreak
You try getting more sleep
Maybe change your diet
And you stop taking walks
But the rash still grows
And it grows
And it becomes uncontrollable
It take over your life
Prevents you from going out
From enjoying life
It keeps you as it's prisoner
And you hate that rash
So you try to banish it
It's no longer a mere accident but a full infection
So you look into it some more
But there are so many things that start out as a rash
You figure maybe you just have dry skin
But what if that's not it
What if you have a disease or worse
So now you both have a rash and are afraid
You don't know what to do
So you try everything in your power
But the rash remains
You're without options
It's time to bring in outside help
You ask yourself what it could be
And as much as you think you might know
You have a hunch and you're terrified to have it confirmed
So the question remains
While ignorance is pain it is also bliss on the soul
Knowledge heals but not without bringing about an often ugly truth
That is what having a mental disorder is like
It's not beautiful
It's not easy
It's like a rash
But it's inside your brain so not quite like a rash
But also very much like a rash in the way it mentally controls you
And it eats you away begging for an answer
And answer you'l never have
At least not without some pain
