This is the greatest thing I have ever seen. People do not understand that mental illnesses, such as depression, are actual chemical imbalances in your body. They are not brought on by choice. My dad was diagnosed with depression. He was so ashamed of it that he hid it from me and my brothers. A month later, he killed himself. The stigma that comes with mental illness made my Dad embarrassed to talk to his own kids about this problem because he felt like less of a man.
Erase the stigma. The more we talk about mental illness, the less likely it will end in suicide.
I have some friends who blamed me for being the one suffering from depression. I didn’t choose this. Do you think it’s fun waking up every day and wondering if you’re gonna feel okay enough to do anything? Do you think I enjoy feeling like my life is a pathetic whitewash of nothing? Of course, I CHOSE to endure the sadness, the bitterness in my throat, the way I can’t interact with people, the courage it takes to leave my bed let alone my house and the total lack of drive, energy or ability to go 20 minutes without exploding into a weeping wreck of rage and despair. Yes, I’m completely to blame for something out of my control.
I fucking hate this world sometimes.