I extended the hand of friendship to a troubled person, but ultimately, it was swatted roughly away. Social anxiety, fears and social reclusiveness/exlusion are incredibly resistant social problems. Mental ill-health disorders are on the rise.
Care for your mental health with as much tenderness and attention as your physical self.
A Fictional Story from Rochelle’s photo prompt:
I’ve been this way so long, it’s hard to remember when it started.
A pathological withdrawal from events, people and society. The line between mental health and mental ill-health remains razor-thin.
The fog outside, like my heart, holds little joy or interest – emotionless, but safe. I’ve not worked for years. I no longer know routine as functional people do. Like the waves or the wind, I respond biomechanically, when the body demands it.
We are flourishing now. Recluses. Depressives. Gamers. Detached prisoners of the mind. Stress, drugs, hatred and technology feeding the dis-ease.
We fear not death. We’re halfway there.
100 words written for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt.