“It is hard to want to pair my face with a description of what mental health is, because there is a voice in my head that says "who am I to say what mental health is?" For one, mental health is reminding myself that no one heals perfectly, and it is through vulnerability & community that I can combat that shame of imperfection.
My mental health is best when I achieve alignment between my values and my actions. If tension exists between the two, the only effective method l've found in soothing this is with unconditional love. Unconditional love is an ingredient that is often misinterpreted. In a world that encourages shame, a brave act of resistance can be allowing tenderness into my self-talk. This doesn't mean I don't hold personal boundaries, but it does require me to prioritize, at the forefront, that there is never a situation where criticizing myself is the solution. I couldn't shed the ways I harmed myself in my life until I made peace with myself.
When I can engage in self-reflection without the criticism, that is where the magic mental wellness awaits. Mental health is self -awareness, possessing a keen curiosity to look inward. To sift through social/cultural/external messaging bullsh*t and find my purest inner truths. If I can't be honest with myself, I can't be honest with anyone else!
Mental health is setting boundaries. I still suck at this one, so l'll get back to y'all.
Finally, mental health is being able to say, ‘how human of me.’ Most of all, though, mental health is being able to say
‘how human of you.’ Compassion for all and an understanding that we're all doing this thing called life for the first time." -(@mtn.alice)
"I'm not here to brag however. The reason I tell you this, is that things weren't so great behind the scenes for me. In fact, things were awful more than not. I had to work all the time. I was underpaid, constantly manipulated and intimidated by labels and managers to work on terms that were often deeply unfair. I was constantly worried about money. More often than not, the idea of selling plasma or my egg cells sounded pretty damn sweet. But I kept going. I had to. This was the only thing I had going for me and I was great at it. I knew something would give. Eventually, things did give – but not the way I thought they would."