Mental Health and the African set up.
I find it convenient that on the day I’m writing about mental health, I’m in one of my lows. I will do my best to talk about it extensively. I’d love to say Africa, but considering the fact that I ain’t never left my shores and experienced mental health challenges elsewhere, I’ll stick to Nigeria. Please, this does not seek to invalidate similar experiences in other African countries: I simply can’t speak confidently for these other places.
In Nigeria, mental health has been swept under the carpet of spiritual tribulations. You feeling anxious? You’re just scared. Pray. You can’t seem to find your happy juices? Pray. You don’t feel like getting out of bed even when your life depended on it? Ah. This one is the devil’s top tier soldiers at work, fasting and deliverance is required. Yes, I’ve had my head pushed and pushed, to get me to fall under the anointing and banish the evil spirit corrupting my head. I’ve fasted and prayed, drank anointing oil and holy water, bathed with them too. Meanwhile, the only demons present are the voices in my head that I can’t seem to silence to save my life ao.
I reckon it’s a function of the socialization our parents went through and the era they grew up in, generally. Was mental health not a thing then? Didn’t people commit suicide then? Didn’t people pass out randomly? Weren’t there behaviors that they just couldn’t und—oh wait. I forget. It was most likely a spiritual attack. Yeah. Our parents kinda got the thing wrong somewhere.
I said I’ll be as articulate as possible but I really don’t have the desire to be eloquent and have my words tingle your vocabulary and what what. This, is a typical example of how apathy sets in when I’m having the lows.
There are mental health institutions in Nigeria; government owned and private alike—but mental health things are still spiritual based. Aaaaaaaaand some government officials will tell you that depression is just a spirit, pray it away. (My country is one hell of a practical joke by the damn way). These mental institutions have patients that go there for treatment, unfortunately, it’s usually as a last (last-est-est-est) resort when they see that all their prayers, oil and holy water ain’t got shit to do with nothing. I have been to one of said private institutions and it’s amazing how much they put into rehabilitation of people with mental health challenges (supposed to be one of them but…). They have one on one therapy sessions, group therapy sessions, exercise equipment, in-patient facilities and so much more. It’s a suitable location, that doesn’t say what happens beyond the gate because *drum roll* NIGERIA and their understanding of mental health. Fuck around and put a sign board then come and find the place burned down or some shit.
Once upon a time, mental health was simply spiritual manipulation; thankfully, that’s changing now.
There’s an immense growth in awareness of how mental health challenges manifest, and how it can vary from person to person. There’s voices now reaching out to those who think they may be having these difficulties, giving them a safe space to unburden themselves. As an individual who suffers some mental health challenges, I can confidently tell you that the first step to helping someone like me, is listening. Please, I said LISTEN not HEAR; pretty sure we know the difference so I won’t go there—no time. The utilization of spiritual or religious tactics can be helpful though. How? What does belonging to a religious sect mean? It’s simply means believing in some higher power—to which we turn to for help, thanks and all those things we ask of our spiritual beings. It’s simply a belief system that serves as a source of hope and strength when it seems like there ain’t none nowhere, you know? Not saying that these beings are unreal or that my faith is invalid–nah, not saying that. However, the mere act of saying a little prayer, or meditating or working out can help clear the murkiness, and provide some kind of relief from the mind’s tinkering.
I don’t know when it’ll be recognized and embraced fully in Nigeria, in Africa as a whole(?) or the remaining places playing catch up. Till then, we take it one step at a time.
Which is what I’m doing to help me get through the rest of the day cuz I really wanna scream, cry and drink. Why? My day simply didn’t start out right so my productivity and happy juices didn’t pump to the right places in sufficient quantities.