MH and advocacy has been on my blog description and it features in most of my posts.
I have been daring huh, and I shared my story both here and on any platform I had access to.
I however, have refused to let my brother’s and my struggle, be just one or two more cases. And so, this page is created to add visibility to my posts on the subject.
Dear gentle readers and followers, the stats are alarming. The graphics and reports on news are maybe senseless.
We can’t only rely on the ‘mostly screwed systems’ to fix ‘us’ up. It is unfortunate as it currently is, that stigma and shame still steal so much of the show. We have to contribute our mite and hope someday, maybe in the next generation, mental health will be just like dental health.
We don’t have to go to a dentist only when that tooth is rotten. No, we are encouraged to go for yearly checkups. Do same with your mental well being which for me is most primordial.
By now, you all know that I speak and write in a no nonsense language. I give a damn about what people may think, say or do in that respect. To this extent and given where I come from, I know I am a picture:
RIP My dearest friend, brother and football mate:
© Marie Abanga 2014