Don't panic

It is always interesting to study mental health conditions within certain societies. I wonder what it is about the American life that stirs mental health conditions within its people. I understand that other societies suffer from similar disorders, that remain in the dark and unreported. But even so, I feel they do no compare to statistics we present. They say one in every six Americans will be depressed by x age. Many Americans also suffer from anxiety disorders and attention deficit hyperactive disorders. What part of the American lifestyle leaves one feeling a lack of fulfillment and satisfaction and what part of the American life leaves one feeling overwhelmed and unable to regain control of priorities? Given what we have, there is much to ponder. Perhaps that and everything else is not enough; perhaps selling our souls to the dollar was not enough.

I lay on the bench upstairs in the open room without put in windows. I sit against the wall upstairs. I lean my head where the window is supposed to be on the upstairs. I stare out into the mountains and aquamarine turquoise waters. They seem so pure. I close my eyes. The breeze is fundamentally perfect in such heat and no electricity. There is no anxiety here. There is no panic here. I feel at ease; I am ease. Yet people are poor here, they suffer from PTSD and much much fear, one unfamiliar to us. The people also suffer from trauma. They live in the now. Yet their resilience transcends all. It's indescribable. There is is always never-ending hope. And for many there is God. The Haitian people don’t panic. They have only one choice - to move on.