A portion of this post may be sarcastic in nature. It is my natural response to stupidity.
Call me naive, tell me I’m living in a bubble, but I honestly did not realise that such ignorance as this existed:
I really don’t know where to start. I was honestly unaware that people still thought that lack of serotonin, lesions in the brain, genes and various other physical factors were simply imagined. How stupid I am, these anti-depressants wont help me, all I need to do it get a grip and it’ll all be fine! Of course I am choosing to be so terrified of social interaction that I can’t breathe, can’t stop crying and shake violently. Why wouldn’t I want to be lost in despair so deep that it physically hurts? Obviously the psychotic episodes that I don’t even remember were a choice for me, because I secretly wanted to end up in hospital, to have to quit my job, to be housebound. What more could I possibly want from life?
WHAT THE ACTUAL F*CK?!?!?!
Fortunately it seems that most of my twitter followers aren’t that stupid, in fact there was a backlash against her words that restored my faith in humanity, but she honestly thinks that. There are people out there who honestly believe that I just woke up one morning and thought “I think I’ll have depression/anxiety/psychosis today.” And I am at a loss for what to say about that. If I had cancer there would be an unending amount of support from people, shocked and upset that such an awful disease exists and horrified by the damage it causes to people’s lives.
Mental illness is just as damaging and just as uncontrollable as cancer, or any other visible illness.Some days we are in remission and can appear normal, some day are very bad and people question if we will survive, most days are a battle just to get through, no days are easy. None. Even on a good day there is the fear that it will attack again, that your world will come crashing down when you least expect it, or that you’ll get too “manic” and lose control that way. It is a perilous balancing act over an abyss so deep that you cannot see the bottom, and no one chooses to start walking across it, we are all pushed.
I have blogged a million times about my illnesses (if you want to read go click “mental health,” or “anxiety,” or “depression” over on the tags over there *points* –>) and I thought, at least hoped, that it showed just how little control I have over my problems, how hard I fight just to live the life that I do, but it would seem this is not the case. How do you fight that kind of stupidity? That ignorance? How do you “prove” to someone that you are fighting tooth and nail just to get by when you don’t want to have to prove it, because you just want people to think you’re “normal.”
I’m not sure that you can, or should even have to, defend yourself against that ignorance. So I have a request: if you hold these beliefs, that mental illness is a choice/excuse, either educate yourself or stay as far away from me, and anyone else with mental health problems, as is physically and virtually possible, because we don’t need your idiocy, we have enough to deal with.