About mental health and the wheel of history

A wheel that will not turn itself in the right direction without our action

Writing is something I have never experienced for real before the war. In an ordinary day, one month after the invasion, I was increasingly aware that the eyes of the world were focused at Ukraine, which brought me the concern about how the story would have been told. The true story. In the ground.

In the ground of Ukraine, by an ordinary and typical Ukrainian.

A story that could go beyond news about casualities and destruction. This has been told exaustively by every media outlet in the world and there's nothing to add about it. I wanted to tell feelings that are inside minds, souls and hearts. As someone with a broken heart, a crippled soul and more and more a fagilized mind, I consider I have license to share something because this happens because of the invasion of my nation. The invasion of my home.

An invasion by people who openly states that my nation has no right to exist because it never existed. People who denies my nation, my home, my family, myself.

I've lived through every sort of constraints a life can impose in the past 12 months. I'm completely alone, away from my family and receiving news that frequently shows that Russian missiles destroyed places I've lived or visited, or killed people who I had shared these 35 years of life journey. But fortunately I have my health in an intact state and I pray everyday for waking up with forces to go on and never surrender.

Having good health is an absolute privilege. It seems cliché, but nothing like a war to make us thankful for having the ability to manage life in a way that only good health provides us, which makes me also deeply concerned with all my friends who are going under some difficulties on these matters, to whom I pray everyday too.

Nevertheless, there's something more important than a good health itself: a good mental health. I mean our ability to concatenate ideas in a logical way while keeping our perceptions unharmed and competent to make fair and wise decisions. Despite mental health will never be separated from health in a broader sense, it is definitely a distinctive character of us as rational beings.

For me, this alleged rationality seems to be employed at its best by establishing peace between nations, respect between people and an atmosphere on which every human can explore the best of themselves and contribute to a better world.

Still for me, but in a very personal point of view, being rational at its prime means travelling to the dephts of my heart and my soul, with the intention to detect the emotions inside here and understand them with my mind, then to write and share to the world.

It will never be an easy exercise. Releasing deep emotions will always sound a bit like an invasion of my own intimacy, an intrusion of my inconscient by my operational and cognizant aspect. But I'm also conscious that what I have inside, does not belongs only to me. It belongs to every single human of Earth, because it is a consequence of an act of the lowest level of humanity commited by a nation of humans when decided to invade another one.

It may be a drop in the ocean to imagine if it will make a difference to a better world, but we have never to forget that oceans are made of drops. Without them, there would never be oceans.

My mind, which is still saved from all the complications of the past months, or at least I consider it is fairly saved to the possible extent. Maybe I'm already a bit confused, but what matters is what we think about ourselves, and I think I'm still in condition to proceed.

I'm still in condition to believe justice will prevail. Still in condition to be confident that Ukraine will be respect and will have the territory back, the millions of refugees returned and a future of progress and civilization. I'm still convinced that every single person in this world will be respected regardless of their nationality, origin, gender, appearance, preference or beliefs.

I have no doubt that the wheel of history goes in the direction of mutual and absolute respect. One day we will reach that because the wheel of history follows the time and cannot be turned back. But this wheel certainly moves in a slow pace. There are many bad people around who play hard to delay its regular and fair evolution.

We have to help this wheel to turn with more consistence, in the right directon, instead of waiting it to turn by itself.