Mental illness is not something that just happens. Suicide is not a sudden aberration of pain and guilt or loneliness. We have been taught that these things are just are. There is no objective truth anymore. No more fundamental Foundation for life and it is alleyways and byways.
As we work in the frame of no causality, we can get the sense there is no rhyme or reason.
With an ingrained cultural value of individualism and greed, where can we stand on what is a village? What can help society or a home? Is what we see going on, a result of social breakdowns, or a breakdown of the group mindset in our enforced individuality?
Do questions lead us to seek answers anymore?
Does pain rally us to others?
Do we allow experiences that have been used to damage us, to open our eyes to what is going on around us?
Do we seek truth or comfort?
Do we even understand what truth is anymore?
How can we say there is no truth when we can know what is universally harmful for others and ourselves?
If we claim hope is what is needed, what, then, is needed to procure hope?
Since psychology is leaning towards philosophy, what is the basis of this philosophy?
What is more pertinent? A payment? A stigma? A stereotype? A helping hand and listening heart?
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