“To the people in the back:
The ones who have never stepped foot in a locked adolescent crisis unit.
The ones who have never been physically assaulted by their child. Their own flesh and blood. A child they’ve poured every ounce of their soul and being into.
The ones who give unsolicited parental advice. If it was their child, they’d call the police, or DYFS, or have the kid committed. Or all of the above at once.
The ones who insist the symptoms of mental illness are a result of bad parenting and a child just being ‘bad.’ And, more or better discipline would ‘fix’ the child and their behaviors as a result of their sickness.
The ones who have no idea what it’s like to sit in an ER for 5 days waiting for a psych bed to open. Then to finally get a psych bed and have yet another program fail their kid.
The ones who have the luxury of not knowing the mental health crisis in this country first hand.
The ones who have no idea about waitlists that are years long due to a terrible shortage of qualified providers and workers. No one wants to enter this industry because the work is hard and the pay is laughable. And, as a result, the best doctors only take cash.
To the parents and caregivers:
This letter is for the parents and caregivers who have tried everything and get nowhere, but still don’t give up.
This letter is for the parents who would do anything to avoid another ER psych visit. The days of waiting. The continuous circle of never actually getting anywhere.
This letter is for the parents who know what it feels like to have to shield, sometimes physically, sometimes mentally, their other children from a sibling. For the safety of all involved.
This letter is for the parents who are master negotiators and epic multitaskers. Whose body is constantly in a state of alert and ready. The parents who know a different level of exhaustion.
This letter is for the parent who has run over a parking block while arguing with their child over the phone. The parent who has nearly totaled their car while thinking about what happened the night before with their kid. The parent who thinks they cannot do it another day but has no choice but to carry on.
This letter is for the parent who leaves work too much. Misses too much time. Is distracted and worried. Tries to juggle it all.
This letter is for every parent who has ever had their heart broken by sheer terror or being afraid of their child while dying a little inside because you can’t help your kid. And worse, you don’t know who can.
This. Letter. Is. For. You.
You are not alone.
No matter how much it feels as if you are.
You are seen.
I see you.
There is an entire community of caretakers who see you.
Mental illness is the great equalizer.
The people in the back think mental illness and behavior results from bad parenting. Single parent homes. Poverty. Drug use. Poor discipline. Poor parenting.
Anything but a symptom of an invisible illness.
Mental illness is everywhere. It lives in the walls of the biggest and most beautiful homes in the best neighborhoods. It lives in the homes of doctors and lawyers and social workers. Police officers, teachers, and business owners. Volunteer firefighters, stay-at-home parents, and community and youth organization leaders. It lives there, too.
On this World Mental Illness Day 2020, at a time where the rate of mental illness is increasing at an alarming rate, I ask just this.
If you are lucky enough, because that’s all it is, pure DNA luck, and ignorant enough to judge a life you have never lived, please keep your words, hate, and awful comments to yourself.
To the parents in the fire, you are seen. I can’t tell you it’s going to be okay. I have no idea how, but you are not alone. You. Are. Not. Alone.”
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