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23 May
2017
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Invalidation - My Perspective.

I was told today that my opinions don’t matter because of my psychological issues.

They’re “invalid.”

Due to the negative stigma around mental illness, I have considered myself invalid.

I’m invalid because my cognition is different than most people.

I’m invalid because I can be totally fine and within a blink of an eye, I have submerged into a sea of depression.

I’m invalid because I “worry too much” over small things. I’m invalid because I see and feel things that my friends don’t.

It’s hard being an invalid person.

I have accepted my title - Not only because of what society dictates, but I have also inflicted it upon myself.

I live with it.

Just when I think I’m comfortable with my invalidity, someone goes ahead and says that.

Now, this person was a friend of mine.

Granted, this person’s views were narrow as it was. So, these opinions shouldn’t matter, right?

Wrong.

I can’t even begin to explain how many times I have heard similar things throughout my life.

They never come out of the mouths of strangers, either.

It was always the people I thought were my friends and even my family.

Nothing makes you feel more invalid than when people you care about invalidate you. Hearing those words, the negation, the invalidation- it’s paralyzingly degrading.

I can’t escape from my brand.

“Unstable.”

“Crazy.”

“Invalid.”

They’re labels that have been given to me by society, my “friends”, and myself.

I know deep down that it isn’t my fault and that there is nothing I can really do about it.

I live my life each day and it’s a constant battle.

I try to escape from my self-invalidation.

Sometimes I’m successful, sometimes I’m not. One of the ways I try to deal with it is by telling myself that it’s “all me.”

But it isn’t. It has been proven to me countless times that it’s not all in my head.

The moment I begin to pull myself out of the tide, I’m pulled back under once again. I know people will say, “Cut them off. You don’t need them in your life.”

I understand that, and I have.

The issue is, it keeps happening.

I don’t think people understand the power that words have. Sometimes, when you invalidate someone’s opinions, you invalidate them.

I might be invalid to other people but I’m not.

I’m valid.

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Originally posted by Shelbina Gustafson in her blog.

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