blueysquared

The tangled web of neurons that amasses itself in this persons head sometime needs to spill out into words on a page. On advice from someone I trust, I'm at a point where I need to name the part of me, my mind and my psyche that at times consumes me and is a point of huge shame despite being a part of 1 in 4 adults in Australia. I need to put a name to the corner of my mind that is as much in my genes and identity as the red hair on my head. I need to learn to love and accept myself beyond my illness, and find a passion to stamp on the stigma based on the lack of physical wounds that other diseases leave for all to see.

This is my own bald head, my chest zipper, my blood test results and my visible scar. My exclamation to the world that I am a person with illness encoded in my genes. I have depression, and there is no shame in making that known. And this is my 'Settlement Rd' to making peace with it.