Stigmas About Mental Illness

First, there are many stigmas about mental illness. One stigma about mental illness is that people with mental illness lack intelligence. While this is a commonly held belief, it is not true in the majority of cases. In fact, according to psychology today, the opposite is true with more intelligent people having a greater likelihood of having a mental illness. A second stigma about mental illness is that illnesses like depression and anxiety are character flaws and can easily be overcome with a outlook change. This is also the opposite of the truth, as many people need various, often expensive, medications, treatments, or therapies is order to limit the symptoms of these ailments, so many of those afflicted would love to treat their hindrance
It turned out that he had placed it on his car and it had fallen off when he drove away, but my grandfather who had always been calm and collected had suddenly taken on a whole new personality in my young mind. A few months later, my father and I were driving home from a softball tournament, when he received a phone call, and it was clear something was very wrong. He took me to my cousins house, and told me that someone would bring my sister and some clothes later. I spent a few days there, and (if my memory serves me right), they even took us to school a few days, despite the fact they live 30 minutes outside of Murray. It was an odd time. It was fun to be at my cousin's house, though they were all a lot older than me, because they had a wii, a trampoline, and some dogs, but I was also completely in the dark as to what happened, and I feared the worst. When my parents finally came, they told us the story of what had happened the night we went to my cousins. My grandfather had had enough, so he went out to his storage building with a handgun. My grandmother had gotten home, and she noticed him missing. Well aware of his condition and what he could do, she called my parents and the police. After settling where the kids would go, my parents went out to the storage building, where the police had found him. He shot himself in the head, but was still partially alive, so they flew him to Vanderbuilt, where he was put on life support. My parents, grandmother, and aunts and uncles all went to Vanderbuilt, and after a few days and a clear discovery that there was no chance of him surviving, they pulled the plug. To this day, we are told that it was not my grandfather, but the monster that overtook him that did this to our