Dedicated to those who suffer from diagnosed or undiagnosed mental illness.
The famous and the non-famous, regardless of gender, race or any other label.
Those who turn their hurt to make humor to make the world a happier places.
The ones whose hurt we see and can do nothing about.
Those who remind us that, but, “By the grace of God I am what I am…” (1 Corinthians 15:10)
Why is it Lord
That when it comes to mental illness
People still act like ostrich’s with their heads in the sand
More willing to ignore or judge than lend a hand?
If they think it’s scary
To witness someone trapped in depression
Can they not imagine for one small minute or two
The fright the person themselves go through?
Is it the fine line?
Between being one whole person
And being fragmented into more than one “me”
Never knowing which me you will wake to be?
Or the lack of control
With feeling incapable of small things
Like breathing or eating or taking a bath
Much less the larger tasks of new paths?
Why do they see weakness?
Instead of the incredible strength God gives
To keep you from giving up on feeling capable
To get through the darkness because He is able?
Why Lord the arrogance
That it will never be “my” problem
It can only be in someone else’s family or home
Never in your family or in you perhaps alone?
Through history God
Man has been cruel to those
Who are suffering already beyond words description?
Making admittance impossible for the situation?
Why Lord, even the famous
Suffer in silence behind humor and sarcasm
Oh the ones who make us laugh the hardest
Often cry because their hurts are the sharpest.