The stigma keeps us silent. The stigma further injures us. Stick together, be strong, and don’t be afraid to be vocal.
[Image: A black and white illustrated poster featuring a young person with short hair and a baseball cap, a person of colour with long black hair and a poloneck sweater, an older person with glasses, a moustache and a cigarette, and a person with hoop earrings and a nose stud. From each character spring a series of speech bubbles:
“Dude, you just think you need your insulin medication stuff because you can’t deal with reality”
“*Sigh* I had to put in overtime because Joe went and had a heart attack or something - some people will do anything to get out of work”
“I’m getting very tired of this ‘cancer’ of yours - I think it’s high time you snapped out of it!”
“WHAT?! You mean there’s some guy with cystic fibrosis just walking around? Can’t we lock these people up?”
Overlayed text reads: ‘What if we treated EVERY illness the way we treat mental illness?’
Credit: Susie Campbell]
It would be nice to have something to blame my feelings on, instead of just general “your brain is working poorly right now.” At least I’m on an upswing now. Anyway, it was obviously a dream because in real life, big blue ticks make me happy.