There is something deeply poetic about struggling with mental illness for years and “fixing it” only to watch the “sane” people of my country choose oppression and genocide

I’ve struggled with multiple diagnosed issues for years. I am now finally healing I suppose. In that journey i however have come to realize sanity is only for the self . People must choose peace and healthy outlooks , most won’t. But there is something deeply poetic about being told I was”insane” most my life. But in the wake of disinformation, climate change ,everything about America politics in the last 8 years. Watching everyone kinda accept it as the new normal. The same people so quick to call someone “slow” or “not right” going dead because they dress strap going silent whenever something real is brought up. A huge part of overcoming my issues was accepting there’s a world outside of my perspective and good I haven’t yet found in things. Sometimes I feel like I’m the only who understands this. Despite the medication on my shelf.