My desire to be informed is in conflict with my need to stay sane.
I’ve seen this as a meme and it is funny but there’s a measure of biting truth in it for me and others with mental illness. Especially those who deal with grandiosity, or feelings and beliefs of “larger than life” or “most awesome at ____” or my fall back, “I’m going to change the world!”. Sometimes this is a good thing, sometimes not so much.
In word and deed, it is my responsibility to support my fellow humans. In doing so though, it is imperative I not lose my mind along the way. There is a unique struggle for those dealing with manic thoughts (see above examples) and need to contain their little activist hearts a bit more than usual these days.
I can get all twisted up in the imagery and words that come across my screen. Obsess on the latest article or terrible thing that’s happening. I can see in my mind’s eye the visuals, real or imagined, of the atrocities taking place. I mostly just try to push them out or imagine flowers or some such bullshit that I learned a dozen plus years ago.
Of course, at the same time as all that goes on I want to be informed. The problem with that is then I become aware of things. Sometimes really horrific things. Once I’m aware of things I have to do something about them, otherwise I am complicit in the outcome. It’s sort of like the “If you give a mouse a cookie” books, but for anxiety-ridden bipolar activists.
So, going back to staying informed while maintaining sanity. I’m choosing one thing to do. Just one. For me and many others, with and without mental illness, the idea of being silent in the face of the potential for devastating tyranny is unthinkable. However, it doesn’t need to be insurmountable if handled with care.
Just choose one thing. Start from there.