In light of the most recent debacle to hit our screens and our news outlets this past Monday, there's a discussion to be had about how seriously mental health is taken within any context.
For those that don't know or may not know the full story, Seth Rollins was suddenly attacked by a member of the audience this past week on Monday Night Raw. Whatever your thoughts are about WWE, Seth Rollins or wrestling as a whole; let's all remain thankful that Seth wasn't hurt by this shock situation. Afterwards, reports have come to light that the individual was mentally ill, and didn't know any better at the time of tackling Seth.
With that said, many people have taken part in a lasting debate after a few days. Within days time, there are countless reports, messages and comments on social medias as to how mental illness plays a part in this; with varying responses depending on the person. But, whether your stance be "there's no excuse" or "he didn't know any better", I respectfully ask of you; why is this such a contentious debate? The existence of mental illness changes a mindset to the point of no return. Irrational minds make irrational thoughts, making irrational urges stem into irrational actions. And scrolling through social medias, so many men and women are saying that it doesn't matter, claiming it's an "escape route" plea or still wishing Seth put the boots to the man; regardless if he's mentally ill or not. Nobody is saying or demanding others to defend the action, nor to defend the man who did it, but where did the compassion go for these situations over the years?
If it was your brother, your cousin, your sister or your parent who pulled this off; wouldn't you want compassion in this difficult time for your family? Wouldn't you want the world to showcase empathy and understanding to someone who is clearly not okay, as opposed to the world villainizing them because they didn't know any better? Why is offering an understanding those with mental health problems just as stigmatized as the illnesses themselves? Why is mental health always treated like...nothing?
"Why were they out at Raw in the first place if they're mentally ill and clearly not feeling good?": First and foremost, while it is very important to value yourself and your care; suffering mental illness does not disregard you from enjoying life's varied pleasantries. You should be allowed to live, laugh and love regardless of your mental or physical health issues.
"Why is he at Raw instead of getting help?: Good question. Read above. On top of that, medical bills are fucking expensive. Medications, therapy and psychiatric help are all very difficult to afford and maintain if you're not living a good life. Combine the emotional strain and financial instability that sometimes comes with mental illness (personal experience for the latter there, I haven't a clue if other people share that symptom with their illnesses), attending Raw may have been more important to him as opposed to getting help.
"How do we know he isn't just faking the mental illness to get off easy?": To tell the truth, that's not a question I have the answer to. None of us do, and I shan't play a detective, so the most we can do is let it play out; see the advancements as the time passes on.
"He's just faking the mental illness to get off easy.": Fuck that entire line of thinking. That says more about you than it does them.
Point being, life is hard. Life is scary, and life is always difficult for people. Loads of people, especially who live with mental health problems, have troubles differentiating right and wrong. Personally, due to that lack of self-control, I've had 9 suicidal breakdowns within the past three months...probably over 25 within this past year. One suicide attempt came on New Year's Day of this year, and that is due to the inability to afford the proper care half of the time. As aforementioned, it's fucking expensive. My best methods of care are self-medicating, such as writing for coping (like this piece right here), playing video games or petting my pitbulls after a rough day. Major Depressive Disorder is not something me, or anybody else, can simply "get over" with a snap of the fingers or a flick of the wrist.
I'm known as Vince McMahon's One Brain Cell on this site, but in reality, my name is Bryce Matthew Walters. I'm merely 19 years old, and I've been wrestling depression since the age of 7 years old. Life never gets easier for me or anybody else; we just learn to deal with it better. It's a depressing reality to see those with mental illness issues act out like this, and it's easy to distance yourself from said topic, while also it being equally easy to be snarky about the circumstances surrounding it. As depressing as that is, too, I know I can't stop everybody with this message. But I hope I can at least resonate with the people willing to dedicate their time to this piece.
Please be nice to one another from here on out. You never know what people are going through. You never know who they are or how they'll react. You never know what may send someone over the edge. It costs zero dollars and the bare minimum of
cents sense to be a good person, and being nice to a damaged soul is so much more rewarding than being terrible to one. I know we're all just a bunch of usernames behind a screen, and that we're all fans of grown men with fake names slamming each other in fancy pants, but the pain one can feel is very real; no matter where you are in the venue.
Torment is real, suffering is very real. And so is death; which is the one thing we can never combat with positivity, no matter how hard we try. We're all humans at the end of the day. Just like the people in the stands, the people in the ring, the people watching at home. We're all human people with human feelings, and deserving of kindness. And it never hurts to let people know you love them, be it with a hug or some words over a text message. Just one loving message can help save a life. It's not about "excuses" or about telling people to "get over it". It's about giving somebody the love they've never been able to recognize, no matter the amount of words that you may tell them.
On that note, I love you all. Regardless of your name, mental health issues, backgrounds or whatever else; you are all fucking loved in more ways than one. You deserve the world and more, and even if I'm just some stranger behind a screen to the overwhelmining majority of you, I hope my words here hit you guys harder than any superkick to let you know that it's all true. Never let the negativity get to you.
Stay safe out there, everybody.