Things that people who don’t understand say when you tell them about mental illness. There are so many, I am going to start this as a weekly feature. Maybe someone might read it and re-evaluate what they say to the next person who has taken the plunge to open up about their mental illness.
It is possible to be depressed and still be grateful.
To be angry and be grateful.
To feel lonely and be grateful.
To be scared and still be grateful.
To feel exhaustion and STILL BE GRATEFUL.
There is nothing more heartbreaking than opening up to someone and hearing anything along the lines of ‘but you have so much to be grateful for.’
Depression doesn’t work like that. I don’t know why I feel like I am slowly drowning in my own sorrow inside, why it hurts to be awake somedays and it feels like an achievement if I manage to get dressed. It just does. That doesn’t mean I am not grateful for the clothes I (don’t) wear or the food I (can’t) eat. The people I (can’t) talk to. It doesn’t mean I’m ungrateful. I’m just unwell.
When you say something like that it makes people feel guilty. Guilty for being ill, for having something that they cannot control taking over their lives.
Fuck, we feel bad enough as it is, without you strapping us into the guilt train for another ride into hell for the day/week.
Think before you speak. Don’t be a dick.