Mental health is such an underserved part of modern life. We sign the casts of broken arms, but ignore the signs of broken minds. While not separate things, I feel mental health is almost more important that physical health. If you’re physically unwell, you can still be very happy. But if you’re mentally unwell, you’ll find it very hard to even remember what happiness is.
Once you’re happy inside, does anything else matter?
We once considered those infected by microorganism as being possessed by the devil or some sort of evil spirt. Someone suffering from a bacterial infection would have been considered evil or demonic. This is no longer the case, because we’re no longer as ignorant. Yet, oddly, we still describe some people that are mentally unwell as being “evil”.
However, I’m hopeful. I think we’re moving towards a more mindful world. One that deals with mental illness as attentively and as broadly as physical illness. One that cares for the sick. That I am writing this, and that we are capable of entertaining this idea is a testament to progress happening.