Don’t know that I will, but until I can find me 🫨
Every time I turn on a podcast or scroll through a video feed, I am bombarded by the same slick advertisements. Some smooth-talking announcer tells me that if I am feeling overwhelmed, tired, or just plain sick of the modern world, I need to click a link, get a discount code, and sign up for “BetterHelp” or another online counseling service. It seems like the entire trillion-dollar media machine is trying to convince us of one thing: you are broken, you are sick, and you cannot survive without paying a professional to listen to you talk about yourself.
Growing up out here, you learned pretty quick that life involves a fair share of dirt, hard work, and bad days. That isn’t a medical crisis; it’s just the human condition. But the dominant culture has turned normal human struggle into a commodity. They have commercialized our minds. If you don’t like the mainstream narrative, or if you prefer the quiet woods to a crowded city, the media wants to label your deviance as some sort of deep-seated trauma or mental illness. They have over-promoted the idea that every mood requires a licensed psychologist to untangle it.
The real danger comes when we buy into this corporate hustle and start labeling ourselves. When you slap a clinical sticker on your forehead, you hand over your personal responsibility. You stop looking at yourself as a free agent who can make choices, change habits, or pull yourself out of a rut. Instead, you become a passive observer of your own supposed pathology. If you call yourself “mentally ill” because you had a rough week or don’t fit into a tidy suburban mold, you start acting out the very script they sold you. You stay down because the label says you have to.
Let’s call a spade a spade. Real clinical mental illness is a tragic, severe impairment that stops a man from working, feeding his family, or functioning in society. It is a heavy burden, and it deserves real respect and genuine, quiet help. It is not an aesthetic lifestyle choice, and it certainly shouldn’t be a trendy identity pushed by venture-backed tech startups looking to hit their quarterly numbers.
We don’t need more ads, more labels, or more digital hand-holding. We need a return to basic self-reliance. It is okay to be an odd duck, to hate the hollow commercialism of modern life, and to feel the weight of a hard day’s work. Let’s stop giving away our power to the corporations trying to diagnose our souls, and start taking responsibility for our own minds again.
