ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
People say that depression is a choice. They smirk at you with their wicked little smiles and laugh their lives away, their happiness taunting those who don't have it as easy. While we are lying in hospital beds being told that we are incurable due to a mental illness, they are out there saying that psychology makes no sense and all you have to do is cheer up.
It's not that easy.
Some people have no idea what it is like to be in a room with someone who thinks that you are insane. That looks at you like all they can see is a piece of dirt that has been smeared on the bottom of their shoe for too long. That speaks to you like you are three, like you are stupid for being sad. People don't understand what it is like to be judged every day of your life for being the girl who hides her scars in the PE changing room, the one who only talks to her closest friends because she is sick of being stabbed in the back. They say to see someone, to talk it out if it really bothers you that much.
It's not that easy
If you are diagnosed with, say, cancer, people get it. They see that you are dying inside due to a physical ailment and while that is, of course, an awful situation, they find that easier to understand. However, if you are diagnosed with a disease that is because of your own brain turning on itself, suddenly it is your fault. People tell you to get a grip, to pull yourself together.
It's not that easy.
I'm telling you now, you can't just tell someone to get over themselves. People who are mentally ill are not like that through choice. Many would rather have a terminal disease than have to be sad every day. They would rather die than have to get up every morning wondering why and how they continue to breathe. Don't just tell them to stop stressing because you know what?
It's not that easy.
It's not that easy.
Some people have no idea what it is like to be in a room with someone who thinks that you are insane. That looks at you like all they can see is a piece of dirt that has been smeared on the bottom of their shoe for too long. That speaks to you like you are three, like you are stupid for being sad. People don't understand what it is like to be judged every day of your life for being the girl who hides her scars in the PE changing room, the one who only talks to her closest friends because she is sick of being stabbed in the back. They say to see someone, to talk it out if it really bothers you that much.
It's not that easy
If you are diagnosed with, say, cancer, people get it. They see that you are dying inside due to a physical ailment and while that is, of course, an awful situation, they find that easier to understand. However, if you are diagnosed with a disease that is because of your own brain turning on itself, suddenly it is your fault. People tell you to get a grip, to pull yourself together.
It's not that easy.
I'm telling you now, you can't just tell someone to get over themselves. People who are mentally ill are not like that through choice. Many would rather have a terminal disease than have to be sad every day. They would rather die than have to get up every morning wondering why and how they continue to breathe. Don't just tell them to stop stressing because you know what?
It's not that easy.
I wrote this because I want people to understand. The experiences mentioned (e.g. sitting in a room with someone who treats you like something on the bottom of their shoe) are in fact true. Although I've not been diagnosed with depression, I often feel this way. I've been told to get over myself, cheer up, see someone. I have friends who have been diagnosed with depression. They've been told the same thing. But honestly? It's not that easy.
© 2013 - 2024 Randomization1998
Comments18
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In