This morning, as I made myself my second cup of coffee, I got to thinking, coffee at hotels are really awful. I don’t know why that thought came to me but yea it did so I decided to pen this short talk.
Today is World Mental Health Day.
Who decided these days anyway? Seems there is a day for everything. Nonetheless, it’s a special topic for me as I have been a ‘victim’ of poor mental health. Back when I was in medical school, I rotated through psychiatry for a brief period and I remember thinking how do these people (patients) left themselves get into these states of disrepair? Naive, ignorance call it what you want. I was convinced these were states that you shouldn’t/ can’t allow yourself to get into and if you do, you can/should be able to pull yourself out of.
In 2011, I found myself in a very a similar situation. It’s not something I like talking about, but I have no issues talking about it.
God knows that was easily the lowest point in my life. I found myself in a dark abyss. That’s the only way to describe it. How? I don’t know. All I know is that I had no mood, no will, no drive, no motivation to do anything. It was a constant internal battle between living and the will to live. I found my mind racing, a million and one thoughts per second. I didn’t want to cope with it. I wanted it to end. I was close to dropping out of medical school, only a few months before I would have finished. People, including my own mom (who was super supportive) were saying
BRO, SNAP OUT OF IT.
Anyway, I don’t want to bore you with my depressing story. All I want to say is coffee at hotels are awful and life is well worth the drink.
Power to all the people out there with mental health issues. Power to the ones that have the gall to share their stories.
Mental Health has been considerably impacted by COVID19. Visit the World Health Organisation for more information on World Mental Health Day 2020.
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