Aaron's troubles will hopefully have a silver lining in more people being open about their own struggles such as this.
https://daviddownie17.wordpress.com/2017/05/03/speaking-out/
It’s a typical Monday morning. Up, shower, dressed, coffee, drive to work. Just like almost every person with that a work routine, perfectly normal scenario, right?
Well no, it isn’t. See between getting out of bed at about 7 and getting to work at 9.30, sometimes a million and one different thoughts enter my head. I think about my fiancé – why does she put up with me? I think about work – how can I get through today without feeling completely useless? I think about the next time I’m going to be doing something fun or exciting – the match, the cinema or going somewhere nice for tea. I think about losing weight – will people like me more if I shift a few pounds or will I have to keep trying to be the funny fat fella for the rest of my life to be socially accepted?
I’ve never really asked anybody if they go through that thought process, but to me it always feels like a bit of a lottery. From the second my brain switches on, I always seem to ask myself: “what sort of Dave am I going to be today?” More often than not, I have to fight against my feelings as a result of the answer to that question.
Those days when I really feel as if everyone in my life would be so much better off if they never had the burden of seeing or putting up with me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m never quite in a suicidal place, but sometimes I feel as if there’s no way out of feeling this way – because asking for help or telling people how I really feel will result in them looking at me differently or maybe even lead them into thinking even more that they don’t want to be around me? Sometimes I think I should just go away. Get in my car and drive. Find somewhere without having the frequent chore of hoping and praying that I’m not having a negative influence on those around me.
Every single time I arrive at the same outcome: “Just get on with it. Why should these people feel obliged to feel for me? I’m useless. They really don’t care. They may say they do, they may appear to appreciate me, but they really would rather not have to talk to me about any of this.” So I continue being the Dave they’re used to, the one that I think won’t trouble their world. Some days it takes a lot longer to get there. Those are the days when the odd person or two notices that I’m being quieter than usual; I let my mask slip leading them to believe that I might possibly not be ok. My go-to reaction then is to brush it off: “I’m busy, I’m tired” or my favourite – the standard lie: “I’m fine”.
I feel under-appreciated – I don’t think that’s through anyone’s neglect or how they treat me, it’s just how I feel. I say yes to absolutely everything asked of me because I hope that will be the thing that makes people like me, or accept me. Then I end up with too much to do and start to feel like I’m useless because it takes me forever to get it done.
See what I mean about there being no way out?
That’s my world and this is me speaking about it. I think I’ll be ok because thankfully I have the love and support of some incredible people around me. I think life is made up of stereotypes;
Me, the fun fat guy – always good for a laugh, doesn’t have a care in the world and loves life. Nothing could ever be wrong with his mental health;
The footballer – millionaire, perfect partner, perfect home, perfect life. They couldn’t possibly have any real issues that any of us can relate to, let alone any mental turmoil.
Then there’s the people who choose to speak out, to seek help and to eventually give something back to others. They’re the brave ones. Yet they’re the ones who are stereotyped more than anyone else. The common narrative: “They’re crazy, they have something wrong with them, stay away from them, they need professional help.” I think that’s why few people do actually speak out about what’s really going on. They’re afraid how what haunts them will be viewed by others. If they don’t feel socially accepted now, then what chance do they have by exposing their scars? So they keep it bottled up and allow it to fester and stagnate inside them, before one day they reach a point where they act out. Society can be a viscous circle engulfed by vanity and ego. Everyone scraps for the approval of their peers, for some that comes at the price of their own mental wellbeing.
Everyone wants to appear normal.
None of us are normal. None of us are abnormal.
When it’s all stripped back and laid bare, all of us are people with similar struggles that we dare not expose. That needs to change.
Get well soon Aaron Lennon.