Self-Care Tip #162 – Know your need for self-care.
Question: In FriendToYourself.com, am I writing to people who are sick?
I was speaking with Beth Jusino the other night, when she asked me this. I thought I’d ask you in turn. You readers might be interested in commenting.
What is mental illness? Are you writing to people who are sick?
Beth is smart. She’s heard of Major Depressive Disorder, Schizophrenia and such. She didn’t ask me this question so I could read her the DSM IV-TR. She was asking how far mental illness is allowed to go before it gets named. And how about the space beyond? Are there bits that aren’t named? Does it drift along an arch between Crispy Health and Completely Ill?
What do you think?
One reason I like to write #mentalillness hashtags on @Twitter is because I have a theory that people who have allowed themselves to be named, who have accepted to any degree a need for help, who have released their history and claimed their future over and over again – well I have a theory about these people that explains why I write to them.
These people are more able to hear the knocking sounds of wanting. These people are more available to grow. These people accept the gift of health and any space between here and there where they find themselves, all the while pressing; a courageous forward effort to freedoms. These people care about self-care and they know they are accountable for it.
I remember this,
It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick.
It makes sense. However, it isn’t as easy as calling a spade a spade, and not because I’m lacking honesty and directness.
I heard a variation of this analogy years ago and I don’t know who said it first.
If you ask me to compete in a slam dunk contest with Michael Jordan, competition would be over before it began. I’d trip, travel, and carry my way to the net and not get air. But move the basketball net to the moon, ask us to dunk and the competition is just as over. The space of air between my shoes and the earth is not much different from the space between Mr. Jordan’s shoes and the earth when we are both shooting for a basketball hoop on the moon.
Maybe you get where I’m going with this.
What do you think? What do you say to Beth or anyone on this?