The pervasive stigmas surrounding mental illnesses like anxiety, depression, and bipolar disorder are due to a lack of education about them. As a country, we have slowly begun to talk more openly about mental illness, but we must do better if we want real change. We need to do more to amplify the national conversation on mental illness stigma, and how about we take it back to my place where it’s a little more intimate?

It’s time America talks about the fact that one in four people suffers from a diagnosable mental illness, and I think we should do it somewhere quiet and over a bottle of wine. We need a national discourse, and I’ve got some unscented candles that will have all of us talking about how the mental illness stigma prevents people from seeking treatment until the first rays of dawn dance across our faces.

Wouldn’t it be great if there was a place where Americans could talk openly about how under-treated anxiety disorders are in this country? A place with brushed satin curtains where there are no wrong answers? A place where every light is on a dimmer switch? Well, you’re in luck, because that perfectly describes my place, and we can go there and continue this mental health discussion right now. All night long.

Don’t worry about waking my neighbors; they’re invited to immerse themselves in this mental health stigma discussion too.

We all need to participate in this discussion. From those who fear mental illness to those who suffer from it every day—we all need to open our minds, hop in an Uber, engage in a stimulating conversation on how to educate young people about depression and anxiety, and let the night go wherever it may go. Don’t worry about waking my neighbors; they’re invited to immerse themselves in this mental health stigma discussion too.

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Let’s take this open dialogue back to some place where we can slip into something more comfortable, let our preconceptions about bipolar disorder and schizophrenia wash away, and open ourselves up to a night where anything can happen. After all, I’ve got thousands of bottles of Chamblaise chilling, just begging to be uncorked.

So, what do you say we get outta here?