Take It Off When You Get Outside

Mate, I know we are all keeping each other safe, but I am so over this mask thing. It’s making my skin flare up, its uncomfortable and sometimes is making me feel really anxious. I am not in a position where I would be exempt and I am all over the safety thing. But I am so sick of not seeing people smile, and feeling a little silenced.

It has all got me thinking about how much, we are sometimes feeling silenced without a mask, we keep things in. We aren’t able to speak. We tell people what we want to tell, but no one actually knows what we are thinking, what we really want to say or what is going on inside our brains. I know I say this a lot, but I am as honest as I can be. Ellen on the Edge has given me a voice, one that I don’t think I would have found without the encouragement of my Dad a year ago. I know, now, that I am not alone, and responses and reactions to my writing have proven that we all feel all of the things sometimes. Nevertheless, it makes me so sad, that some people (including me) are feeling like we are in a position where we can’t be truly honest. This is completely natural, and we are conditioned as humans to be inside our own heads.

We are all aware that we have 2 voices… the one that’s in our heads, and the one that we actually use. Our internal and external voices are ways of understanding and communicating who we are to ourselves and to others. When our voice is stifled (by ourselves, or someone else) if can be difficult to have a full sense of who we are and what we are about. Silencing our voices can unintentionally involve shutting pieces of ourselves down from emerging. It keeps parts of ourselves clear from exposure to judgment and rejection from others, but at the same time keeps these parts of ourselves removed from our own view as well. Also, our voices contain our needs, they are literally there to get stuff out. How we communicate with others about what’s essential to our satisfaction and what helps fulfill us as human beings is all in our voice. If our voice is shut down, it’s likely that our needs are marginalised, and maybe even out of our own awareness as well. This can become bloody frustrating over time. I am not saying that it’s imperative that we all shout about how we feel all of the time, but maybe it will help to use our voices a little more?

Now, in the present, the feeling of vulnerability and fear of rejection that comes along with trying to bring out your voice after so many years of experiencing a feeling of shame is almost automatic. It can make it incredibly hard to allow yourself to trust your voice and, as a result, end up shutting down. Our voices can end up in the background much of the time, leaving us bottling frustration until the resentment builds to the point it can’t build any further. Thats when we burst. When we completely collapse, and when we won’t be able to cope anymore.

I’ve been amazed how many of my friends, colleagues and family have been through or are going through the same things (something I didn’t properly understand before I recognised I had an illness), is such a real and disruptive part of life for so many people. We can’t be silent about it, we can’t blame ourselves or keep it hidden because it makes everything worse, for the people living with it right now and for everyone who might in the future, we’ll all benefit from a world where no one feels afraid or ashamed to talk about mental health.

We all have to continue to wear our masks – but we need to make sure we aren’t being silenced by a bit of material, or by anyone. We are all going through stuff, and if we all spoke a bit more, we might find that we aren’t as alone as we think we are.

Wear your mask, but take it off when you get outside, take your metaphorical mask off when you can, smile at people, use your voice. Open up, use both of your voices. I promise, whilst it won’t take anything away, it might just get it out of your own head. We all feel you. You got this.

Hang in there.

Ellen on the Edge xx

A Formal Complaint

Dear Billy,

As per my previous verbal communications with you, I would like to raise a formal complaint with yourself, unfortunately I am not apologetic for this and you will find the detailed reasons for my complaint below;

You’re a bullshitter, mate. Quite frankly.

You ain’t big and you ain’t clever, and I’m struggling to actually tolerate you at the moment. I’m angry, I’m really angry that I have spent a couple of months singing your praises, letting the world know how much we were positively getting to know each other. We were doing so well.

So why, Billy, why have you utterly and royally screwed me over the past 10 days. I have not known WHAT THE HELL is going on in my head. You have quite frankly made sure that I feel about as stable as a two legged donkey, and for some reason, have ensured that I am aching, I am hurting, physically and mentally.

You see, I think what you have been doing, hun, is that you have been pulling me into a false sense of security, maybe into a level of hypomania, but you did this subtly, and made sure it felt really good. Just as I was beginning to notice this, you gave me a massive fat “I TOLD YOU SO” and made sure that we took a big old cliff dive into depression. Cheers for that.

I hope you know though, that I am trying to fight back, and part of me is hoping it’s working. I let you in for a couple of days last week, gave you the fucking power you wanted, but the next day, I got up and took the reigns, you resisted a little but eventually got the message. This is how it should be. We have as a consequence, been arguing a bit over the weekend, and my knowledge of your narcissist behaviour is that the battle, this time, is not over.

You’ve really presented yourself at a less than ideal time, to be honest, but I think you’re fully aware of that and are just trying to grab a bit of attention as I and the rest of the world attempt to muddle our way through a fucking GLOBAL PANDEMIC. It’s not about you, BILLY!

You’re causing me pain at the moment, mate. Please stop. And if not for me, for everyone around me. Whilst it is less than pleasant for me, the people around me have absolutely no idea who you are. And you’re not helping yourself on the whole “hey I’m a good egg, hun” vibe. This won’t just cause them to dislike you, because I am aware that we come as a package. Remember that.

You’re really going to screw me over if you do not digest this complaint and quite frankly mate, buck your ideas up, and give me a bloody break.

You’re a twat.

Ok, I’m done now.

(Apologies for the swearing), (actually no, no I’m not sorry).

Regards,

Ellen on the Edge (kisses aren’t appropriate and also, you don’t deserve them)

(For those who haven’t read my previous posts, Billy is the name I have given to my Bipolar 2 diagnosis – I am not really mad at a guy called Billy.. I mean I am mad at him… but… anyway.. you get it.. carry on).