The Mental Trial

On Trial

One day I remember waking up and my mind was shackled to my bed. I didn’t want to move or face the day. And it was at that point that I realized that my brain was being arrested! My mental health was on trial and the court of the common people would surely lead my brain directly to that prison called depression. I couldn’t let my mental justice system fail, I had to fight to keep The Brain FREE! And although I remained out on bail, I was being monitored by the social system of Instagram and Facebook. But I wasn’t going to hide from any detection of how I was dealing with my mental court case. My trial opened up with a great opening Statement by the DEA (The Depression Enforcement Attorney), it told the jury of my peers that they will see a repeated history of failure and that I am a repeat offender and that they should throw the book at me. I was infuriated with anger, and more importantly with pain. “OBJECTION!!” I yelled! But the judge told me to sit down in his court, and that one more outburst and he will have me in contempt! So I kept it together, and as they brought up witness after witness, some family, some friends, and some who just happened to have been witnessing my actions unfold in front of their eyes over the years. The DEA wanted to burry me under the jail, painting a picture that blind man couldn’t even deny seeing! But as I waited each time to cross examine, I found myself defending, undoing and uncovering a stronger layer of who I am underneath all of it! Each day as the trial for MY LIFE went on, my defense grew stronger, shredding apart all of the evidence that life has taught us over the years about what leads most into that mental jail. The DEA wanted to make a deal as they felt my case slipping away. “Hey Blake, let’s come together for a plea. No jail time, but 10 years of probation, and 200 hours of community service!?”... “Nah WE GOOD!”. Because this trial has revealed and unleashed a power in me that is so powerful and uplifting to this world! So as I gave my closing remarks to that same jury of my peers, I let them know I will never give into the planted evidence of the world into my brain, and that I will continue to exhibit daily that “FAILING WILL NEVER BREAK ME”. It may make my body ache and have to bend in all sorts of ways, but I will always find a way to keep me all together. Never letting my mental to slip away, and that God has giving me this purpose to testify my trials and tribulations to the world and to publicly help and defend those who cannot afford a Mental Attorney! So with my right hand on the Bible, I swear to tell my truth, the whole truth, and nothing else but the truth so help me God… So as the verdict came in, “Not Guilty on all charges”, I threw up my fist like MJ in Game 6, and hugged my closest supporters who stuck with me through all it, and then I hugged myself. Because self-love and self-care is the first thing to keep your mind mentally free! Amen!