I think this is a terrible idea. Cutsie cards for someone who has just survived a suicide attempt? Gaaaah! Makes me want to…to…I don’t know what.
Everybody’s different. Some people might welcome the “I don’t know what to say because I’ve never been there, so I’ll make this well-intentioned gesture” type of thing.
Seriously, maybe it’s just my general recluse Boo Radley personality, that I don’t love the idea of “mental health cards.”
By the way, do you know how the switch from saying someone has a mental illness to saying they have “mental health” came about?
Me neither. It galls me worse than seeing glaring typos show up in publications that were supposedly edited and proofread. (Oops, now watch me make a copy blooper😜) Mental illness is not mental health: it’s the opposite.
Who the hell would send someone who had just survived a car crash, spent a month in ICU, and lost half their brain function, a card that read, “If I covered a dozen pink fairies in milk chocolate and fed them to you one by one in a bower of bright red roses while listening to soothing hip-hop music, would that help?” (Bet you didn’t know I once tried to make a living writing crappy ad copy for crappy gift catalogs at 50¢ a line….)
I don’t know. Maybe I’m just an old fuddy-duddy, but I would much prefer the buckets and buckets of delicious chicken soup prepared for me by my neighbors in Jerusalem whenever I got sick with anything at all. Once, I came home from the hospital after a bout of intestinal badness to find that my rabbi’s wife, who had a million children, no time, and no money, had made me a huge thing of homemade almond milk. I cried and cried, because I had lost 30 pounds from shitting out everything that I tried to put in, and her heavenly nectar actually absorbed! I could feel the love and life flowing into my blood as I sipped it.
So yes to the chicken soup, and hold the cutsie cards, please. But that’s me. Call me Grumpy.
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