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  • Oh Dear Logan, Apology NOT Accepted

    Turning on the news today one read how a YouTuber named Logan Paul with 15 million subscribers got himself into a bit of a pubic relations disaster overnight and that’s putting it mildly. Logan Paul is a 22-year-old video blogger who posts daily short “shows” to his channel and had managed to garner quite a bit of fame doing so. However overnight a video was posted by him of himself and his team in the Aokigahara forest at the base of Mt Fuji, Japan – most commonly known as the suicide forest. He took the time to bleep out his curse words, but posted the body of a deceased person in full-view. The video got 6.3 million views in the day it was available prior to being taken down. http://nymag.com/selectall/2018/01/logan-paul-suicide-forest-video-youtube.html

    The video since been taken down, reportedly by Logan himself only after he came under fire for having the lack of decency and let’s face it – balls – to be so disrespectful to the family who lost a loved one by suicide. He claimed at one point they stumbled onto the forest, but last I checked, no one “stumbles” into Japan’s infamous suicide forest incidentally. He then claimed he did it for mental health awareness, but my god, I can think of a million and one ways to promote mental health awareness that do not involve a corpse and re-traumatizing a family whose loved one is in the forest or all the other families who lost loved ones to suicide.

    As a suicide survivor, I don’t accept his defensive, tearful apologies. There has to be a point where you, Logan, understand your actions and that you took your fame too far. Stick to your silliness and comedic acts. Hold a fundraiser if you want to raise some awareness. Participate in American Foundation for Suicide Prevention (AFSP)’s Overnight Walk and encourage your followers to do the same if you want to raise some awareness. Do something for the seriously mental ill, the ones who get ignored, who can’t get care, who get funneled into the prison system; raise awareness for them if you really want to get serious about mental illness and mental health. I’d be happy to give you some names and point you in the right direction. Let’s start with Treatment Advocacy Center, huh?

    But Logan, please let’s just be honest with the public and with suicide survivors like me first. You knew what you were doing and you did for views. The American public is not stupid. You underestimate your followers. And my children, who used to watch you for kicks and laughs? I say used to because as of 6:45 this am your content in any format is banned in my home. My nine-year-old is pretty savvy and has an impressive level of awareness regarding mental illness and mental health thanks to having a mother with bipolar disorder, so he knows EXACTLY what you did and thinks you lack morals. My nine-year-old. Sleep on that tonight.

     

     

  • Dear Former Therapist

    Dear Former Therapist, 

    When you told me I needed to leave your practice that day in 2012 because I was too surly, too out of control, I was too beyond your help, did you know how sick I was? When you left my family and myself without a safety net, could you understand the consequences your actions would later have?

    Would you realize how many therapists would turn me down, citing I was too acute to accept into their practice? Would you know once I found one willing to tackle the challenge of healing my mind, it would take over a month for me to actually be seen? Would you know that they too would find me so ill that they would demand I agree to a higher level of care first?

    Did you see the decline coming? Did you recognize what was happening, woven into the surliness you were refusing to work with? I wasn’t sleeping save a few hours with a cocktail of medications. I was drinking to self-medicate feelings away. I was a waif of a human being, frail, scared and unable to cope with sight of my own shadow. Did you understand what diagnostic clues the trail of self-destruction would lead to? Were you able to see through the muddy waters of all my symptoms and recognize I was misdiagnosed with post-partum depression?

    Could you have predicted that I would attempt to take my life on more than one occasion in the months that followed? Why did you not see, with your expertise that my diagnosis was so much more than depression? Why did you not recognize I needed a new treatment plan written for the mania I was experiencing, which we now know is bipolar 1 disorder.

    Do you understand how much anger I have held in the ensuing years since toward you? Do you understand how much pain could have been avoided with a proper diagnosis rather than a reluctance to do the work and see me – really see me – for the lost, sick individual I was?

    Today I write to not only ask you these questions, but also tell you I forgive you. I Forgive You.

    Your mistake, your failure to properly diagnose me has only made me stronger and more determined. Determined to never accept inadequate care again. Determined to always have my voice heard by my providers.

    Determined to ensure patients never feel they are alone in their journey. Determined to create partnerships with patients, for if the patient buys into their treatment, they are more likely to adhere to the plan over the long term. Determined to foster autonomy when feasible and recognize when it is not.

    I will not fit into the box you tried to place me in.

    Sincerely,

    Your Former Patient