When it comes to my own mental health, I have considered it like climbing a mountain. Now imagine you are a tiny caterpillar, you are sat at the bottom of the mountain. You have that climb, your risk is greater as you are at your most fragile. Your tools to climb are limited, you are going to go through many stages along the way. It can be treacherous, unstable and the weather can be full force gales. However, as you climb that mountain, your tools increase, your resilience grows stronger, and the view from the top can be magnificent. The best part of all, you have emerged a beautiful butterfly. Yet when you get to the top, there can still be small rocks, cracks, and slippery mud, that can knock you off your balance and disturb your view. People will often say, why can you just not let go?, fly away, you have wings. There is an invisible string that will always keep you connected to the mountain. you can fly high on some days, low on others, but you and the mountain will always be one. So it is time to talk about the mountain and the butterfly.
The caterpillar - I was born a caterpillar. Small, fragile and very unsure of the world around me. This was only reinforced by the fact that I was indeed, the unwanted insect, the one was subjected to the bug spray on multiple attempts and the odd fly swat here and there. As I went through my childhood I noticed many of my friends were changing. They seemed confident, carefree, strong, often laughing, joking, smiling and I noticed they looked so beautiful. They were beautiful colours, big wings and oh how they could fly. Whilst I was still a little caterpillar, trying to survive in a world that had bug spray cans stacking up around her, the fly swats had increased and there was even the odd shoe. This continued into my teenage years with each day slowly getting worse, that the view in my distance started to disappear, and in its place a mountain began to form.
The Mountain - As each day passed, the mountain rose taller and taller, taking away the horizon. I knew I couldn't go around it, I couldn't go through it, so I had to go over it. It reminded me of the book 'We are going on a bear hunt' by Michael Rasen and Helen Oxenbury. Although I could see that the climb was high, and the rocks looked jagged, I was so desperate to see what everyone else was viewing, where was they flying off too? Was it somewhere safe? Was it somewhere where you didn't feel hurt? Where people didn't attempt to squish you, step on you, or make multiple attempts to use to use sprays to make you disappear? So I started the climb. Yet I kept slipping down, so I tried again, I slipped on a rock scrapping a knee, I tried again this time scrapping my head, so I tried again, each attempt I slipped and hurt myself. Frustrated I sat at the bottom not understanding, I had should be able to climb this mountain, after all it was mine, not anybody else's. Yet, it was impossible, each time I tried I was hurt more and more and I sat crumpled at the bottom feeling worse than I did before I started my climb. Who could I ask for help, there wasn't anyone around to ask, so again as the years went by, I stayed sat at the bottom of my mountain, very confused and alone, without the view that so many others could see.
It wasn't until my late 20's that I was given the knowledge that I needed tools, and I then realised how silly I felt. Why did I think I could climb a mountain without tools, it made perfect sense, there was rocks, mud, weather, and I could barley see the top. So I started collecting my little toolkit in my backpack, along with all the tokens of advice that would be key to reaching the top. I re-started my climb. It started to work, I was able to start up the mountain, each day I was able to go a little bit further, a little bit higher. There was still days where I stumbled, a graze here, a bump there, but with the right tools in my toolkit, I was able to recover quicker, stronger and carry on, never slipping all the way to the bottom again. Each day my climb got a little bit easier, never perfect, but a little easier, and the day came I was able to see the top.
The Butterfly - I don't have my full wings yet, I am looking more like Heimlich from Bugs Life, when he finally grew his wings. I know one day I will fully evolve, and I will have my own unique pattern, colour, and style, but for now, I am enjoying the view that I have been gifted. The one thing that nobody tells you when you first met your mountain is that, you and it will always have this incredible connection. Many times I have been asked, oh you have now reached the top, you have your toolkit, you should be able to make your wings the way you want them to be and fly to wherever you want to go now. Yet, that isn't possible, you and your mountain have this invisible string. You can fly out and far, you can fly high and you can fly low, but your mountain is your mountain. Some people would say that is unlucky, who would want a big thing like that weighing down such a beautiful butterfly, who should be free to fly wherever they wish. Have you ever stood and actually looked at a mountain though, and taken in its structure, some come with some grass, some come with ice, snow, there is rock, mud, gravel and earth. Each small piece makes up a truly unique incredible story. Your story, your journey, your mental health. The wings of your butterfly are your unique strength, survival and courage, what you have overcome in life. They are your spirt, your determination and ambition to live a fulfilled and happy life no matter what you may face. You will never be that caterpillar again, you will never see the bottom of your mountain.
No matter where your mental health may take you focus on the climb......
The Mountain Butterfly
"Just when the caterpillar thought the world was ending, he turned into a butterfly"
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