For the woman who told me of her sister being sexually assaulted in a psychiatric facility and then in a group home, I scream
For the woman who told me of her husband, who has PTSD and is a survivor of molestation, I scream.
For the woman who spent years trying to get a diagnosis, going through multiple psychiatrists, I scream.
For the woman who spent years just trying to get people to believe her, to believe what happened to her at the hands of her well respected father, I scream.
For the gentleman who has told me how hard it is as a man to not just suck it up, to actually see his problems as serious enough to warrant treatment, I scream.
For every dismissive statement.
For every demeaning joke.
For every child, every man, every woman, I scream.
Dear brothers and sisters with broken minds,
You are not weak. You are brave beyond compare. Nothing is more courageous than the lives you lead. You try to love when the world hasn’t taught you how, try to trust when the world has shown you no reason to. You keep going, keep getting up and doing exactly what you are supposed to do even when it’s so amazingly hard.
YOU ARE NOT WEAK. YOU ARE WARRIORS.
And I scream for us all.