Another issue we don't talk about in the black community. This is beautifully done. And it express exactly what it feels like to have mental issues. Just cuz folks can't see it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Mental trauma is something many parents of homicide victims deal with. And because it is not WORN on the outside, people think that it is not relevant...and it is. Black people are NOTORIOUS for ignoring those with mental challenges....whether it is as a result of trauma, genetics or environmental. As usual black folks turn their heads and talk shyte like they are judge and jury on how someone is supposed to feel. And here lies the problem with many upon many homeless mentally ill people. Who are human being and had a life before the illness entrapped them. Speaking for myself I was in SHOCK regarding the death of son for FIVE long years. That's just shock...which is one of many levels of pain I had to endure. I literately couldn't breathe and every young black kid I saw looked like my son and so I would spin. Sometimes it was unbearable and I found myself approaching young dudes asking them could I hug them cuz they looked so much like my child. Fortunately, these youngsters had a heart and allowed me to do that without judgement. But it was always .....always....the adults who had focked up things to say because many felt I should be over "it" by now. What they didn't UNDERSTAND was my son? Was NEVER a "it." He was my child who I raised until he was gunned down. It was very hard for me in the beginning of his demise so I understand how folks with mental illness feel when there are no one to them give empathy and compassion about the black hole they find themselves in.
We as a group of people have a lot of issues to address. And the more we keep closing our eyes...the deeper we will find ourselves in the quandaries that are not only taking our lives...but! Are not allowing us to have a quality life. This is real folks. The veterans who come back from war suffer from the same thing. They are NOT monsters. They are NOT looney. They are hurting inside with a voice that has no sound. That's why I am humble that I survived this. It wasn't easy. I ignored the haters who wanted to keep their feet on my head...and I soared relentlessly back to myself. Cuz the universse made me just like it made them....and NO ONE is better or better off. So hopefully with more attention on this issue, we can get help for our people who are having difficulty reaching out cuz of the stigma of being JUDGED by folks (in the black community) who have ABSOLUTELY no RIGHT to be the focking jury. Cuz it's NOT their pain. But!