Mental Health

I was waiting in the doctor’s office the other day and this darling little four-year-old girl was playing house, as if she was planted for my entertainment, part of her routine while cooking and opening the mail called for a repeated calm, quiet, matter of fact, “ohhhh f*ck.” Her poor mother’s response, like many of us have done in the past, was to ignore the curse word hoping it would eventually pass. Once the child continued to use the word while doing her ‘daily tasks,’ the mom informed her that she was using a word that hurt people’s feelings. Of course, as those things go, the little girl broke out in tears saying “she was just opening the mail.” Reading an article on the importance of taking care of mental health, my brain wandered to the little girl’s “ohhhh f*ck” in the doctor’s office. I’m all for mental health awareness, but much of what I’ve read lately seems to be falling short and leaves me disillusioned about the mental health profession. I’m always left wondering what is this thing labeled “mental health?” I envision it like a balloon, I carefully carry it around by the string and it rest next to my bed at night — just hoping it stays safe. I find myself thinking, ‘Ohhhh fu*k, I better take care of it cause if it pops it’s gonna seep out everywhere.’ <a href="https://medium.com/@mchaley931/mental-health-453c2baa48b0">Visit Now</a>