Oh my good gracious, praise the lord you’ve cured me. Not!
I don’t think there is a more frustrating phrase to come out of people’s mouths when you’re having a low day and it’s written on your face like some sort of blatant graffitied penis in the school toilet wall. There’s just no getting away from it. I look sad and miserable probably because I feel sad and miserable.
I’m so glad you’ve managed to come over with that hugely helpful advice though, I hadn’t thought of that. Really.
Telling someone with mental illness to cheer up is like telling someone with a broken leg to walk it off. It doesn’t work and will likely cause a great deal more pain in the long run.
It would be better if you asked how I am or is there anything I can do to help. Rather than throwing 2cents of useless, off the cuff ‘advice’ at me that just makes me feel bad for looking as awful as I feel.
See previous posts about not being a dick.