She's Got Views

I did say last week that I was taken time off to grieve but after watching Frozen at the weekend I couldn't help but look at it from a Mental Illness perspective. I took this as a sign that I was ready to continue writing this series. Is Elsa a metaphor for Anxiety? The disorder that keeps me up at night seems to be prevalent in this film, even Grand Pabbie says it to a young Elsa at the start of the film, "Fear will be your enemy," and we see Elsa lash out at her coronation celebration. The fear she has inside her makes Elsa's powers go haywire, she fears her secret will be revealed to others around her, just as I feel people will find out I have anxiety just by being around me. But fear is not the solution, it ends up hurting the people Elsa loves the most, as she lashes out and pushes them away. She becomes so scared of hurting others that she ends up hurting them. Then when her powers get out of control she runs away and hides inside her own Ice Palac...

                                                                                      Image Source As some of you may know I myself suffer from mental illness, it can be hard trying to explain how exactly I feel the way I do, or how my illness affects me. This is why Television and Film can be so great, I can point straight to them and use them to educate others about my illness. Mental Illness does come with a ton of stereotyping, even today some writers get it wrong, or just stick with the broad symptoms that can fit any illness. I want to talk about those films and shows that get it right, and the ones which have helped me during my own turbulent time. Crazy Ex-Girlfriend                         ...

                                                    ........ Image courtesy of paradigmalibu These last few months I've felt as if I have dropped the proverbial ball, my mind has been witness to a stand off between Mental health disorders and things from my past I'd rather not constantly have to relive. It's buried itself into my soul while operating my mindless drone of a body, I've relived every conversation I ever had; thought of Friends long gone as I struggle to open up about my disability. I don't even like calling it that as it feels disrespectful to people like my parents; who's struggle and sheer joy of receiving two disabled free babies has been with me my entire life. But I am not OK - I feel like I have to admit that to the world. A miscarriage has taken me back mentally to a place I've not been for a very long time, and I'm petrified t...