Written in time of actual mental health meltdown.
The way it feels when your mind is overloaded and triggered. A hundred voices in your head. Reflecting on old pain. People saying certain things to you. Your own processing of whatever has triggered you. It’s like two thousand people marching through your head, in riotous and angry ways, travelling in several different directions. Barely escaping not treading on the next person.
So selfish. So nasty. The Mob of DooM. That thing that won’t let you switch off!! I hate it!! I can’t concentrate. I can’t breathe. If some is talking to me, I can’t hear them! I can only hear The Mob of DooM.
I cry and I want to hurt something / someone / me. I’m trapped. But I still breathe. I still live. Therefore it’s not the end of the world. I just have to put into perspective, that all I experience, will one day come to peace. They, The Mob of DooM, aren’t another entity, they’re you, pleading to be dealt with and to rest once and for all. I still battle. But I still come through. Even if my knees are grazed and my face is dirty. I’m still here!
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Mental Health matters and we can all fall victim to it being a hindrance in life.
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