I haven’t said anything about this yet, for many reasons.
Primarily because I just don’t have the words to express my sorrow for these children who will never have the experiences they should have. My sorrow for their families and the families of the teachers who made the ultimate sacrifice one can make for another. Because I don’t want to make their tragedy about anything but their loss.
It still shouldn’t be, but people are right that we need to have a serious conversation.
I read the gut wrenching blog post by The Anarchist Soccer Mom.
Today, I read this post by a psychiatrist.
This is something that hits very close to home for me. I have family with mental illness, some diagnosed and some not. I think to myself “There but for the grace of God.”
Mental illness is very real. It isn’t people looking for attention. Sometimes those behaviors that we dismiss solely as someone being socially awkward or a freak are beyond their control and are cries for help.
Most importantly, mental illness is something that we need to talk about. WE NEED TO. They need to. If you know someone who is or even may be mentally ill, be willing to talk. To listen. To offer help and to push them to get it if they need it.
It isn’t easy and it’s one of those things that “we just don’t talk about”, but it’s long past time.
Mental illness hides. Don’t let it. You could save a life.