Dear Mental illness/Health

My name is Mpho 

I am writing this letter 

To congratulate you 

I am tired of the breathing exercises 

And exhausted 

From counting random things 

Just so calmness can find its way back 

To me

So congratulations 

This is your reward 

You have finally made it

Here is the stage

Collect your award

I am no longer 

Going to hide you

In short punchy lines 

The stanzas are not

Worthy of your celebration 

So here 

Is a poem titled after you 

Each stanza 

Created for your reward 

Dear Mental Health 

Apparently, May is your month

An awareness created just for you 

But everyone still has a hard time 

Embracing you

Dear Mental illnesses

They say you are all in mind 

That you are choice 

Apparently, we can choose to be happy 

Hence, I carry around evidence 

Dead bodies 

With your arms

Wrapped around their minds 

The year 2000

My maternal grandmother, Ma’Machona 

Was exhausted from taking your “feel-good juice” 

So she lay in hospice 

Welcoming death like a beloved friend 

The year 2013 

My friend George 

Suffered a fatal epileptic attack

And weeks before

He had insisted 

That he met you

He described you

As the darkness stole that the sun 

From out of his heart 

The year 2019 

My friend Shelby 

Suffocated your grip 

So she tried to bleed you out 

But your grip tightened 

Until she laid OD

On the floor of bar 

Embracing the other side 

Just to escape you 

Apparently, you do not exist 

And we are just attention seekers 

Like the guy I once met while working 

He had a tattoo with the words 

The voices in my head 

Won’t pull me under 

His name was Chris 

A marine who has seen guns 

Embrace the heads of beloved friends 

He says he has witnessed

Triggers being pulled 

In a pure attempt to escape you 

So Chris and I

Carry around evidence 

Dead bodies 

With your arms

Wrapped around their minds 

Dear Mental illness

Are you ill?

Is this conversation

Making you sick to your stomach?  

Oh yes, the heart palpitations

Welcome to the club

No, you are not going to faint

Wait don’t reach for blade

Let’s find your friend— mental health?

Mental illness

Stay, don’t run

You have accolades 

We can discuss

Have some tea

Tell us 

How is suicide doing

He has the second leading cause of death among people aged 10-34 

Breathe,

It’s going to be okay

The overall suicide rate has increased by 31% since 2001 

Relax,

You are overreacting

46% of people who die by suicide had a diagnosed mental health condition 

Are you okay?

It is all in the mind

Remember?

75% of people who die by suicide are male 

Mental iIlness?

Mental illness?!

Mental illness? ?!!

See?

How dare you encourage us 

To be quiet 

And stop imagining things 

When it often feels like

There are well-built hands

Pushing down on our throats

When I say

I can’t breathe

You call it being dramatic

My search for what the people perceive as normal

My journey to restoration

Is their bewilderment

Their perfect ethnological expositions

Dear Mental illness

Do you know love?

How does it feel?

To stop running from it?

Because of you 

I have never stayed

Long enough

To let the fire keep me warm

It is better to leave lovers while they still love

A sane version of me

Do you have any idea 

How I have mastered excuses to stay home 

The party is healthier without my heavy heart 

And I have mastered holding my tongue 

Dare it land me the psych ward 

Dear Mental illness 

My name is one 

You should write off your books 

I am not the one 

We are not the ones 

For your playing field 

I am healing

And trying to get

My name

In the Mental Health Books.