The only thing that’s worse than depression is when the people you love, don’t understand what you’re going through. Having to prove that your pain matters can considerably make things worse. Ridiculing mental health issues is today’s equivalent of killing a baby. I understand that. Most people don’t understand the intensity of problems with mental health and they say insensitive things like ‘just get over it’ or ‘stop being dramatic’.
The thing is if we could just get over it, we wouldn’t be here in this mess in the first place crying ourselves to sleep every night. It’s a lot more complicated than that. What’s worse than these people who don’t understand are those who exaggerate small discomforts into something huge. I have seen people who compare mood swings to being bipolar. That’s not just misinformed, it’s plain disrespectful.
When you see someone suffering, try to understand it instead of judging its intensity. What is a paper cut to you, could be a stab in the heart to someone else. Everyone’s made differently and we need to accept that. And if you are suffering, give yourself some room. You need not jump back from it immediately. Nothing’s wrong with you. With time everything will get better.
I have bad days and good days. Little things bring me down and I’m often dependent on the people I love. But the rest of the time I can be strong enough to carry the weight of the world on my shoulders. One bad day does not make me weak and one amazing day does not make me indestructible. I’m simply human and I seem to have accepted the way I am even though it sucks to be me sometimes. When I struggle I don’t just look at the bright side. That’s delusional. Convincing myself that everything will be okay, when it clearly is not is just dumb. I choose to process it and move on. I’d rather take the time to recover from the ugly truth than sell myself some pretty lies.
– The Obsessive Writer