Y’know what I fucking hate?
The popular notion that a single fucking person can make you better. Like, oh, I met another human being, I’m better! Fuck off. Getting better takes more than a person. It takes your family and friends never giving up on you, it takes you never giving up on yourself, it takes pain, tears, screaming until you have no breath left to scream with. It’s having to wear the mask of normality whenever you walk out the fucking door because you feel like nobody actually gives a shit about it in their every day life! You legit think nobody wants to know if you’re depressed. It’s experiencing self harm and self destruction, and rebuilding yourself after every relapse even when it just feels like you’re counting down to the next fucking relapse and the next one. It’s when people watch these destructive behaviours and insult you/cut you out/belittle you for it. It’s when people belittle your illness because they don’t know shit. It’s when people constantly ask you why you’re so tired and why you’re so quiet. I get so fucking angry about it.
