I AM SUFFERING FROM A "FALL" INTENSELY DIS-ORDER
It is neither a "brain" disorder or "mental" illness or even "psych" affliction. These all are just words. And the words prescribed by some "Doctors" can not define who you are. We are a soul. And until we reach a place where we belong we will be beset with this sickening soul sickness.
Before my well-wishers declare it to the world and make my world a terrible heaven to live in, I wish to come out clean and openly admit that, YES, I am suffering from a psych disorder just like Van Gogh suffered, just like Kurt Cobain suffered, just like Dostoyevsky suffered and all the rest of the creatives.
Because collective insanity is acceptable and sometimes even respected.
And I would like to take this opportunity of renaming this ill-named disorder as 'FALL' intensely disorder.
F- Feeling
A- And
L - Living
L -: Life
(Life is a sine wave and I live that Wave intensely. I know no other way)
And it is called a Dis-Order because it happens to only a few of us. I wish if it happened to most of us this world would have been a better place.
And then it won't be called as 'Dis-Order' by "them".
Why?
Because collective insanity is acceptable and sometimes even respected.
And we are afraid of flying higher because we are afraid of falling (FALL-ing) harder to the ground, which is inevitable. But if we somehow get rid of the fear of falling?
We might someday fly so high
as to make a hole in the sky
(and arrive in a world we belong)
And this could happen if we start taking therapy from life teachers.
It took me around three and a half years to come out in the open and disclosing my mental affliction. Actually, it is not mental. Now my understanding has evolved and I see my (human) condition as "Soul Sickness".
(I feel lighter already! The Eminem song, "Not Afraid", is coming to my mind)
It is neither a "brain" disorder or "mental" illness or even "psych" affliction. These all are just words. And the words prescribed by some "Doctors" can not define who you are.
We are a soul. And until we reach a place where we belong we will be beset with this sickening soul sickness.
And now I am not afraid by anyone or anything to speak my mind. I am ready to face the music because music and books and friends are my companions on this long, arduous journey from soul suffocation to soul satisfaction.
Would you like or love to join me? Or make fun of my illness?
