Good morning to you on World Mental Health Day. I want to re-post a piece I wrote for an excellent local mental health organization called Dissonance and share with you some struggles I had as a teen, which sometimes linger and loiter into my adult years.
This blog was originally posted on the wonderful Dissonance blog, a mental health + creativity support organization whose mission is as follows “Dissonance examines the intersection of creativity and wellbeing, working to create safe spaces, smash social stigmas, and shape education and business practices relating to mental health, addiction, and compassion in the arts. In short, we want to contribute to a healthier environment in the arts community. Collectively, we need to find new ways to support, sustain, and celebrate creativity.”
Please be sure to follow their work, check out their programming, and enjoy their blog at www.dissonance.website
Crashing into Nature: Survivor Guilt and Butterflies
I could easily say, “I wasn’t your normal American teenager,” but I don’t think there is such a thing as a “normal teenager” … or even “normal” in general. Sometimes I’ve heard that your first trauma is where you might stay stuck developmentally. And I wonder if that’s why often I feel reckless and distracted, and consistently on an emotional roller coaster, like the 16-year-old I was when I rolled my parents’ Buick LeSabre and hung upside down by my seat belt while the trance music blasted and the car interior bathed eerie electric green from the clock on the dash.