Skip to main content

Mental Health Tattoo

I found myself stumbling upon a metaphor for recovery in a literary classic.
Harry Potter of course.
Thestrals.
Maybe you think that thestrals are the zombie like horses that can only be seen when you've experienced death. Though, even though Luna says this, Harry doesn't see the thestrals until the sixth book, I believe.
So why is this?
He hasn't fully accepted that he won't ever have his parents back. When he sees them, he has acknowledged and accepted that his parents are dead.
So, coming back to my point, I think a thestral would be a wonderful mental health tattoo.
They're gruesome, somewhat ugly creatures. In no way do they romanticise or beautify mental anguish or difficult pasts. They show how horrific struggles are. Though, you can only see them when you recognise and accept the trauma you experienced. So it shows that even though you acknowledge your past or illness was awful, you accept it.
I love Lunas gentle hand with them in the film. She knows they cannot change who they are, and they're just "a bit different". She doesn't let them upset her, even though she can only see them because her mother died. She acknowledged both them and her past, accepting that both are in her life. To me, even though cuts will leave a scar, it shows to me that she is content and at least on the road to recovery.
Perhaps this will make no sense to anyone else. Maybe everyone else with just see a grotesque skeletal horse that they associate with death. Sometimes, I think that's what people think of me, and other people that suffer with mental health issues. They don't understand it, so they avoid it.
Maybe that's why I like it so much. I connect with undead horses on an emotional level, and really wouldn't mind one on my body due to the metaphor it carries.

~~~
Hope you enjoyed ^-^ I post a new blog post every Wednesday, so keep an eye out! Feel free to comment and follow me on other social media for updates;
Facebook: justaoifethings
Twitter: @justaoifethings
Instagram: @justaoifethings 

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Cycle Against Suicide

An organisation set up by Jim Breen, where thousands of people cycle through Ireland every year, to break the cycle of suicide. Cleverly placed pun. Today, the lovely Mr Breen came to my school and talked to all seven hundred plus of us. In the back, wearing a disgustingly bright orange shirt in support (and feeling decidedly Dutch), I was struggling not to cry. Not that he was being morbid. He didn't delve into details of his depression, or any gruesome details of suicide. He spoke in such a way that was amazing. He spoke to us in a way that reached all levels of understanding in relation to mental health. He was able to educate those who have never experienced a mental monster, without boring them, or frightening them off the topic. Though, even with such sensitivity, he was able to touch those who had suffered mental illness. It was like a little nod to us. We knew we were understood, that he understood. For me, that is always extremely emotional. For someone to understa...

Dear Becky

Dear Becky; A new series I intend to continue. Becky is a big part of my life. Becky is my anxiety. If you have read my previous blog posts, you will know that naming my anxiety has given me great control and power, but Becky is still alive and can be strong. I find great comfort in writing things down. It helps me to think rationally, something Becky fights hard to prevent. Dear Becky will be my writing to Becky, to counteract the anxiety that she's called me. I will write to see what is real and what is Becky fuelled. Will you find it interesting? Maybe not. Unless you're interested in a mind corrupted with anxiety. I know my mental health is the most important thing, and if it helps me cope with life, then that's amazing. If someone reads this, and learns how to deal with their own mental illness or learns how to understand someone in their life with a mental illness, then even better. Dear Becky, You were strong today. I don't know why. But I didn't let ...

The Birds of 1916

Birds flew high over Dublin City When the first shot was fired Startled, they watched As the famous street descended into chaos Roars were thrown Screams struggled to stay in Tears drowned But nothing stopped Men from two sides If they could even yet be called men Attacked eachother And the birds could not figure out why A hundred years later The blood had long been gone from the famous street And something was different in the air ~ It's almost the centenary of the 1916 Easter Rising! We remember the men and women who fought for Ireland to be a free and democratic nation, those that died in the fight and those who were executed after to set the pathway for a new nation. I felt the best way I could commemorate this was to do what I know best; to write Hope you enjoyed! I write a new blog every Wednesday Facebook: justaoifethings Twitter: @justaoifethings Instagram: @justaoifethings