Today I'd like to challenge you all to listen to music. No, I know you're always listening. I want you to REALLY listen, to feel the beat and the hear the lyrics, and try to understand. I hope you try to do this anyway; I know I do. But today when I turned on the radio it was playing Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men. Now, I really like this song, and I listen to it a lot. It's one of the few songs I've ever bought on iTunes. I can sing along to the entire thing. But about two months ago, for the first time, I really listened to the lyrics, and was shocked about what I heard. I was especially shocked that it took me so long to notice.
Once I said to myself, in an imagined conversation, that drugs would just be easier. Not easier to do, but easier to understand. Everyone understands what drugs means. They understand the physical consequences and the emotional pain, if not fully, then at least somewhat. But the truth is that nobody ever seems to understand mental illness, unless they've really had an opportunity to experience it first hand. They understand that heroin isn't something you can just stop, but they don't understand that depression isn't something you can just snap out of. Addiction is something we learned about in my AP Psychology class, but it's a science. To stop being depressed is a really freaking messy thought process. You might get medication. You might not. I'm not saying recovering from addiction isn't messy or stigmatized, because it certainly is. I'm saying it's something we learn about in required high school classes and are constantly warned against and taught prevention, but not so with mental illness. In fact, these very same classes might help cause it.
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