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I’m here to tell you a little story. Alright, maybe it’s not a story, but it’s more of a message.
Everyone is unique.
I’m sure you’ve heard that one before. It’s true, but not everyone takes it in a positive mindset. Because everyone is different, everyone has their own purpose. You may not be the next president or the next great activist. Sure, you may not be the great mind who might one day cure cancer, but you have your own play in the world.
In your life, YOU are the main protagonist.
You might not be able to control events that might happen to you or even your feelings towards them, but you can control the way you handle them. This is the most important part to make the best of your role in the world. This leads me to the main idea of this post:
Everyone has a monkey inside them.
No, that statement should not be taken seriously. I know it sounds crazy but just hear me out for a second. So a couple of months ago, maybe a year ago, I was very unhappy. I mean really unhappy. The kind of unhappy that makes people pull the trigger and give up on life. Well one day, I was casually swiping through an AskReddit thread when I came upon a website that talked about the instant gratification monkey. Of course, I thought it was a stupid blogpost at first but I decided to give it a read. To my surprise, the blogpost ended up having a huge role in my thinking. In short the main idea was: People who procrastinate own a little monkey inside their brain who distracts them from what they should be doing. And so this monkey ideology became a greater part of my life, and I came upon a conclusion: that small commentary inside your head every day, that’s the monkey who controls your thoughts. This blogpost, no matter how stupid it sounds, was the thing that kept me from pulling the trigger. I started thinking, so much it kept me up at night sometimes, about this so-called monkey that controlled me.
I needed to find out how to take my control back from this monkey, and pronto.
And of course, as every other goal I set, it wasn’t accomplished. And I fell back into my deep state of depression. Every time I felt like life wasn’t worth it, I referred to it as the monkeys taking over. Over time, I came to believe the monkey was just a part of me. I would never get passed it and it would eventually lead to the death of me. Life continued, and I didn’t think back to it until I started taking happy pills, and suddenly things changed. At first, there wasn’t really a difference, other than taking a tiny pill, smaller than an M&M, every night. Slowly, I started feeling a little better, not in the way that I became a joyful person, but in that I stopped having suicidal nightmares and feeling like I was exhausted all the time. Then I started thinking, yet again, about these monkeys. I came to yet another conclusion.
There is a unique monkey inside of everyone, and this is what determines the way they react to a situation.
I started observing people around me, constantly trying to figure out what made them, them. Then, I slowly started to appreciate the beauty of everyone’s differences. Yes, I know it sounds super cheesy. Just think about it. Everyone is so vastly different, their life experiences are nothing like mine, their family is nothing like mine, their thinking is nothing like mine. Out of all the possible people that could have been born, out of all the vastly different 400 trillion people that could have been brought to life, you were. I don’t know about you but to me that is just mind-blowing. This, in turn, was what brought me to reevaluate my thoughts on everyone I knew, encountered, or just read about. Sometimes I even found myself getting angry at awful YouTube comments targeted at a pedophile or a mentally ill criminal. I didn’t forgive their wrong-doings, but I kept in mind others with similar illnesses who could have also seen the comment. Then I started researching and reading on experiences, what I discovered really shook me.
- One in four people in the world (if you have 500 people in your school that consists of 125 people) will suffer from a mental or neurological disorder at some point in their lives.
- Every 40 seconds a person commits suicide and for everyone one suicide, 20 more attempt to do so.
- Suicide is the second leading cause of death for people ages 10-24.
Suddenly this blog seems to be a lot more serious, huh? I know a lot of you might think, well those are just statistics, they won’t happen to me. Well that’s what a lot of these people thought before they ended up taking tiny happy pills, or in a hospital, or worse of all, not here at all.
Now I go back to my main original point, the monkeys. Every monkey, just as every person, is immensely different. And every monkey assigned to every person, can either be listened to or be ignored. This is because, the monkey inside you does not define you. You define yourself. There is no reason to listen to the monkey who is constantly blabbing and convincing you to do stuff. That monkey, is just that, a monkey. You are you. You are someone. You always have the opportunity to do something meaningful in life. No matter what you believe, the joke you made during that bus ride could have saved a life, the text you ignored during your drive to the park could have avoided a tragedy, the help you provided to that old lady at the supermarket could have made a day. So why leave it as a could have and instead not make it a reality?
Yes, now I’m driving upon another concept (and now you should be wondering how odd it is that everything has a connection). The butterfly effect. This popular concept has always given me a deep interest in how everyday life works. In turn, this has always led me to believe that no matter how unhappy I might be with my own life, I should try even harder to make another life better. You will never know what truly goes on someone else’s mind. Think about the last time you asked someone how they were. When was the last time they replied with fine? When was the last time they replied with “fine“? You probably don’t know, and that’s okay. We’re not mind-readers. My point is, even if someone looks fine, even if they tell you they’re fine, you can never really know whether they are okay or not. That’s why, it’s always important to watch your words and your actions.
Well that’s my main philosophy in life (I have the sudden intention to write “What’s yours!?” in the next sentence just to annoy my English teacher, but I won’t). This post probably has little meaning to 90% of the audience reading, but I have the smallest bit of hope that someone will truly take it into mind, and maybe even improve a life in turn. I’ll end this with a quote I love,
Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.