C da Night King;c-10018080 said:
Back in the day when people were crazy they were separated from society and shunned. Now they're encouraged to be a part of society and reproduce.
Hence why there's more crazy people. We've eliminated Darwinism.
Nah "crazy" people we've been here forever. I dealt with my form of crazy (clinical depression) with darwinism funnily enough. The need for survival inspires me.
I stopped therapy at age 10. I grew up in a no precinct at the time Dinkins era crack haven part of Washington Heights NYC.
By that point in life I had seen people killed and cooking up drugs in a very desensitized way. I hung around killers and dealers growing up but knew them as good people strangely enough cause some were relatives. They lived with me. Were my cousins.
We watched movies in room with loaded shotguns stashed in window panes. Crazy to think back. I remember seeing my cousin on the news as a teen cause of a shootout he had with Italians he robbed from on a damn bronx/heights cruiseway (the giant ring) and fucking NYPD. HE GOT AWAY TOO! on some Keyser Soze shit. But his license fell out in the getaway car. Eventually he got caught and sent back to DR. This dude was sleeping in the bunk above me as a kid when he first hit the streets.
Perception is skewed that way depending on the start point. Nothing they could do for me in counseling lol so I went out on my own. No more therapy. Never took meds but did drugs in my 20s albeit while being a legally employed tax paying citizen.
Still I went through it all: massive procrastination (almost 20 yrs), drug abuse, self loathing, self destructive and chaotic behavior, dwelling on my failures, always late everywhere no matter what, anxiety (as I type this I haven't slept since 2:30AM eastern us times cause of anxiety relapse) but I owned it and took control of my shit. Got things I do to help me cope and people who I can talk to about it including my parents.
I always knew the kids around me growing up. Even though I was a loner cause that's how my brain is wired. I always had friends and family that understood and never gave me grief over some of my dumbass decisions. They just checked me when they had to. My lifelong buds are still around so are new ones met along the way. Having a good support system is key.
Another is having a good outlet. Been making beats and also writing since I was a kid. Also used to draw in the cartoon style growing up. Joined a chorus for the girls and learned a lot about music theory in the process back in middle school. Always around music and art.
I had 2 choices but always had a place to go. I was what they called a "latchkey kid" cause my mom worked and I saw dad on the weekend. Except I never went to latchkey.
It was either going home chilling watching sports, listening to and creating music, reading comics, watching movies, wrestling, documentaries, reading books, the web by 96 and playing video games. As well as arcade places and movie theaters which is just more video games and movies.
Or
Go to my aunt's where I used to be most of the time before age 9 and be around drug dealers, killers and sociopathic kids that were my boys on the blocks all day.
I chose the former cause end of the day as a very precocious kid I recognized the importance of removing myself from a toxic spot.
I was someone who got drunk at age 8 cause of some irresponsible ass young adults who parented too early. That's how I used to see it but then I never drank again for 10 years so it did traumatize me in a way I learned from and that's how my mind processed it.
I could get into so much but enough TITANgraphs about my condition.
My point is this. Mental health is very real and trust me I went through denial for years. Nobody ever just wants to admit to being "crazy".
As someone who has lived it for almost 30 yrs I have to say unchecked depression is the saddest shit ever. I made sure to keep mine in check with my own coping mechanisms. God was on my side so fuck giving in to demons clawing at my brain.
I actually saw it today and it broke my fucking heart. Sadder part is that it's snowing heavy out there right now and she's probably still out there walking back to the only safe haven she ever knew. Where her mom and son live. Out there with no coat on. With the crazy hair and those meth pock marks on her face that turned a girl who was one of the baddest 10 yrs back and still ok 5 yrs back into a walking zombie.
It killed me cause I knew the source of all that was depression but with no support system, hobbies or sense of identity and worth. Basically without something to live for. That's what depression does. A demon that unfortunately scars the brain of far too many of us for someone like me to just dismiss mental health in such a general way.