Just a little boy.
A poor, defenseless baby, washed up dead, his corpse being plastered all over the interent.
Dead, trying to avoid certain death.
But he is not the only one. An unimaginable amount of Syrian fleeing their country, and countless countries refusing them entry.
Who are we to refuse them entry? Who are we to ignore a people crying out for help?
Syrians aren't parasites, trying to feed off us. They mean no harm.
They're people. They're humans. Like you and I.
So who are we to condemn them to a tragic death? Who are we, mere humans, to be able to play god in these humans lives, forcing them to stay in a war ridden land?
Who were we to allow Syrians to become so afraid, so desperate, that small kids are washing up on our selfish shores?
We are condemning thousands of kids just like them to their deaths every day.
What in the world makes us think that this is ok? Why are we so privileged?
Why are they not treated like people?
I have always been the one who advocates for medication for mental health and its usefullness, but what happens when your medication doesn't work for you anymore? That is what had been happening to me recently (hence the complete lack of a schedule on this blog). I had been dealing with it until a point, until depression hit me hard, and for more than a couple of days this time. I had avoided going to the doctor because I didn't want to go back to switching between medications all the time, incase they made everything worse. When I was eventually forced to go, only my contraceptive pill was changed, at first. The doctor told me that she never would take me off my medcation, and for that, I was relieved. So many people ask when I'm coming off it, or are surprised when I'm still on it. People don't seem to realise that disorders and illnesses don't just go away (I wish they did, though). As I changed contraceptive pill, the low feeling of depression went away, b...
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