I can't stare at one place for too long.
My eyes start to water as the thoughts,
wander my mind.
My brain is surrounded in darkness and evil,
as soon as I stop for a moment.
Even if it is just to think.
To breathe.
To be.
I can't seem to relax,
always on the run.
Stressing about something
THAT SHOULD BE FUN!
It's holding me back,
but I'm "not diagnosed,"
so I guess it's okay.
I guess I'm okay.
I never go to a therapist,
so I guess that I'm lucky,
I guess that I'm healthy.
My mind isn't empty,
so I guess that is good,
But the clutter comes at me like nails in wood.
I can't seem to stare,
at one place,
at one time.
My mind always running.
No way to
stop
now.
Just some thoughts about how people sometimes don't go to the doctor and say the truth or even have the opportunity to easily open up about their mental health. THIS DOESN'T MEAN YOU SHOULDN'T CHECK IN WITH SOMEONE. If someone opens up to you and you just say "well you don't have depression/anxiety/bipolar/etc," you could be missing a cry for help. You don't have to assume they are faking an illness. Just listen and be there, and do your best to help. Stop dismissing, start listening.
