When I started my blog a year or so ago, I mainly blogged about travel. As time went on, however, I found myself wanting to speak up about things that I had long kept locked inside. About my struggles and the struggles of others. About demons hiding away behind fake smiles and illnesses that you eat you from the inside out.
My family began to worry. Even now they sometimes ask me to make my blog a happier place, to surround myself with only good and distance myself from the bad. But I can’t. I mustn’t. For if I did, I would be abandoning the young me who needed articles like the ones I write. Who longed to know if there were people like her out there. As a teenager, the only websites I found were ‘how to kill yourself painfully’ and ‘top tips for anorexia.’ I don’t want anyone to stumble upon those places again. I want to drown out these damaging and vile posts with ones of truth and positivity. Of advice and hope; hope that it can and will get better.
I want to give people a helping hand, something I struggled to find in the online community. For those who are struggling, the internet is sometimes the only place we feel comfortable to turn. We do not have to face the looks of pain and judgment we fear most online.
I want to become a voice of support, of honesty. If I have to live with mental illnesses then I want to use them for good. I want to turn something that hurts me everyday into something that may just save someone else’s life. For me, my blog has become a safe place for me, and I hope that by writing about mental health, that I can extend this feeling to others, no matter how far away they may be.
And that is why I blog about Mental Health.