Mental Illness in Men

          Did you know, that although more women are diagnosed with common mental health problems than men, the rate of male suicide is significantly higher? This suggests that men are suffering with mental illness more than we are aware, and are not getting (or asking for) the help they need.

          Statistics on men with mental illness are difficult to fully know, because many cases go unreported or undiagnosed. I believe this is because of the dangerous idea we teach boys from a young age.

          "Men don't cry." "Man up." "Don't be such a girl." These things are used with such a negative undertone, in response to boys expressing normal human emotions, that it implies that these emotions aren't appropriate for them to be experiencing. Society forces boys and men to believe, that what they're feeling isn't valid, based solely off of their gender. This later evolves into a hidden shame around male mental health warriors, which should not exist.

          For men under the age of 35, suicide is one of the leading causes of death and 74%, or roughly 4/5 suicides are men.

          The fact is, mental illness affects anyone. No one chooses it, yet no one is immune to the possibility. This includes people of all genders, races, statuses, sexualities, religions and ages. We need to erase the idea within our society, that it is somehow a taboo thing, for men to experience pain, depression, anxiety, and hurt.

          If you are a man (cis, or trans) suffering from mental illness, I want to tell you something very important. Your masculinity is not defined by how much you can keep to yourself. You are allowed to feel, you are allowed to cry, you are allowed to reach out. Seeking help does not make you weak, in fact it takes a lot of courage and strength to do so. You deserve recovery and what you going through is valid.

-Tori Lynn

Photo by Nik Shuliahin on Unsplash

Ricardo Yagüe - SLLY Partner

          First of all, I want to introduce myself: I’m Ricardo Yagüe, 17 years old and live in Venezuela. I’ll be collaborating with Tori with the depression blogs. I self-diagnosed me with depression four years ago, when I was 13, and in this entry I will be talking about my stories and the impression I got from my illness.

          When I was 12 (late 2012) I entered middle school, with good grades, a big classmates group and nice acceptance from my peers I started what had to be the worst period of my short life. I’m not entirely when and why my depression hit me, but I do have some theories: first of all, I never had had a girlfriend nor kissed anyone, the school I was in was of a military regime (we had military uniforms, haircuts and schedules, plus the terrible and abusive discipline and hierarchy), I had a power spot within my class, but nobody respected our authority (we were 4 “honored” students). All of that stuff distressed me a lot, and I was dragging a lot of discomfort from elementary school, with myself, my grades and my attitude and personality. When 2013 arrived, my feelings and emotions started getting darker, first trimester of 2013 was my peak performance in grades, plus the peak of my friendship with the girl I had a crush on, let’s call her Girl A. Near my birthday, on March 29, my mental stability started getting worse and worse. On my birthday, I celebrated it with my mom and stepdad and Girl A, it was really fun, I may say that was one of the best birthday celebration I had, but when I got home, despite of the happiness of the celebration, I was feeling really down. That night, past 1am, I debated myself for almost an hour whether killing myself or not, I had the rope in front of me, I tied the knot, but was too scared to do it, I saw my friend’s faces, my mom’s and dad’s face, I saw them crying and I just couldn’t do it.

          Near the end of the school year, I started feeling better, then in eight grade (I was in seventh grade) I started exploring who I was and discovered I liked horror a lot, and also that I liked men better than horror, but I wasn’t homosexual, but bisexual indeed. I won’t specify how I discovered it because I’m not really sure myself, but no, it didn’t involve physical stuff with nobody. On 2014 my relationship with my mom got to an unnerving point and I ended up making her cry, the country’s situation got worse and a lot of stuff was going on, however I convinced my mom to change myself to a different school, I was really excited when I exited eight grade and was ready to start ninth in a different, more interesting and tranquil school. However, during that summer I had a terrible paranoia attack, I had got really attached to horror stuff (videos, stories, creepypastas) that my brain just couldn’t handle it. I broke down, wasn’t able to sleep with the lights off and panicked over hallucinations.

          When I started ninth grade in the new school I felt renewed, so many nice people to meet, made great friends and started telling some people I was bisexual. I felt relieved, I was in my comfort zone, I got enrolled in the Model of United Nations (google it) and it was great. Nevertheless, my depression didn’t disappear, but it wasn’t fixated, in came in waves, not regularly and not as deep as my first episode. After ninth grade I entered high school (same school), did first and second year almost swiftly (we only have two years of high school) and now I’m graduated. 

          2017 has been a really mesmerizing year, I had my first boyfriend, my first kiss and my first time. It’s as like if all the little goals I had were accomplished all at once. I met Tori and a lot of new friends, I discovered about non-binary genders and got involved more with the community, that helped me clarify and understand that I was indeed a pansexual, and that I am gender fluid. Now I am more open with my parents and everybody, all my friends know I am pansexual and know I am gender fluid. I still have my depression, but I redirect the bad energy trough writing.

          So, what did I learned about my story that can help you all? Easy:

• The best way to fight depression is knowing yourself, understanding what triggers your episodes, internalizing who you are and knowing your strengths and weaknesses.

• Open your mouth, speak, tell someone, my parents brushed it off and told me I was just sad, but it is important to tell people.

• Find something to do on your free time, especially if it requires deep thinking, or if it distracts you, one of the worst things you can do is to let yourself alone with your thoughts.

• Make friends and spend time with them, in eight grade I almost lived permanently during the weekends with my friends, that helped me a lot.

• Try discharging, trough that same activity you just found, your negative energy, and charge yourself a little bit.

• There’s nothing wrong with prioritizing your mental health over school, really.

• If I killed myself today, I would make a lot of people sad, and they’ll mourn my death, because there are people that care, even if you don’t see them

I love you all and wish you the best. -Ricardo

Underneath

         The Underneath Project was created as a way to encourage people to be comfortable in their natural skin. To promote self love in women who have grown up in a society that has told them they have to fit a certain mold or reach for perfection to be considered beautiful.

          Make up isn't the problem. So many times I've seen people preach against make up, and their hearts might be in the right place, but make up isn't really the bad guy. Make up provides a way for people, women and men, to express themselves, and expression is never a bad thing. The problem here is societies standards for women, and the pressure it creates for women to conform to a specific type of look to be considered "beautiful". We are expected to apply make up daily to be "acceptable". However, we also aren't allowed to wear too much, otherwise we fall victim to criticism.

          I've been wearing make up since I was 12 years old. I always thought that make up was what women were supposed to do. I didn't know differently, and I've even been told by other female members of my family that I look better with make up. This contributed to my need to perfect my make up look. I was never satisfied though. It was never enough, until I realized it wasn't the make up that was the problem, but the way I see myself. By the age of 13 I never left the house without make up. For me, the idea made me so uncomfortable, I would compare it to the idea of leaving the house without clothes. Without make up, I felt naked, exposed, and indecent. This is wrong.  No one should ever feel this way for simply not applying an optional product. At 19 and 20 I still didn't even feel comfortable enough with my skin to be around my boyfriend at the time, who I had been dating for a year, without make up on. I felt like if he saw me without it, I would become undesirable.

          I have struggled with acne for 10 years, and these past few years have been rough on my health. I fell ill back in 2015 and I've been on a downward spiral ever since. I'm often pale because of it and constantly tired, which results in dark circles under my eyes. Make up has helped me in these ways. It has kept my confidence up when I needed it to, but these things don't make me ugly, and make up shouldn't be the only reason I'm comfortable in my own skin. I don't need it to be beautiful, and neither do you.

          Our beauty is not defined by what we wear, weather make up or even clothes. Make up is a tool to accentuate your already beautiful features. It is supposed to be used to highlight your natural beauty, not cover you up. You are not a canvas that you paint on, but you are the art work and make up is your frame. You don't lose your value without it.

          Reshaping how we view ourselves is not an easy thing to do. With our whole lives being lived, and being told to think a certain way it might be a process, but I think learning to love yourself and be comfortable with your natural skin is something everyone should do. I'm still trying to get there myself. I'm now 21 years old and this is where my journey of self love begins.

          Remember, make up is not the problem. If you enjoy wearing make up, have fun with it! Use it to express yourself and get as creative as you want to. Just know that you don't need it to be desirable or beautiful.

I'm proud of you all!
-Tori Lynn XOXO

Self Love to Recovery

I think the hardest part about recovery is realizing that you deserve happiness, just like anyone else does. This is why loving yourself is important. You have to want recovery for yourself before you'll be willing to take the necessary steps to getting there. However, this concept is not an easy thing to accomplish for those who are dealing with depression, anxiety, self harm, eating disorders, or other forms of mental illness. 

Self love is often misunderstood. Loving yourself is not selfish, it is not conceited or wrong and it's okay. Truly loving yourself is understanding that even though there are going to be things we don't like about ourselves, we are still deserving to be comfortable in who we are. We deserve to recognize the good in ourselves.

A lot of the time, people base their desire to recover around people, and although this is a good motivator, you have to be careful. Unfortunately, people can often times be temporary. People come and go in our lives and if we base our desire to recover, around a person, we may lose motivation if they don't stick around. I've dealt with this personally. I used to wrap my happiness up in people, so when they left, I would fall apart. I've realized I have to have the mindset that I'm worth recovering for, just as much as I found them to be.

It's your life, your emotions, and your well being that you're trying to gain control over, so naturally it's you who deserves this.

What you deal with, isn't your fault. That is another thing people need to understand. Mental illness is not your fault, and you don't deserve to struggle and suffer from it.

Learning to love yourself is a process, and that process starts with wanting it. If you want to get there, if you want to be happy, and if you want to take your life back, then congratulations, that is your first accomplishment. Like every process, it will take time, and it might be difficult. There will be moments where you feel like things aren't going in the right direction, but recovery isn't just a straight line upwards. Recovery consists of set backs, relapses, ups, downs, circles and squiggly lines all over the place, however, if you get back up and try again, you're on the right track. I guarantee your recovery wont look like someone else's. Your path is specific to you, so please don't get discouraged. As long as you are trying your best, you are doing great.

I am so proud of you. You have potential and you are going to be okay.

-ToriLynn