I don’t understand why there are teenagers and even young adults who WANT to be mentally ill. They don’t actually know if they have depression or bi polar disorder or anxiety, but they WANT to have them so they simply claim that they do. I don’t get this at all, I can tell you right now that people who legitimately are sick don’t want to be. Having depression fucking sucks, it’s not glamorous in the least bit. You don’t wanna get out of bed, you don’t feel like showering, you only think about dying and the worst part is you don’t know why you feel like that, you just do and you can’t turn it off. Same goes for anxiety, that shit is so embarrassing. Like the thought of going to work, driving somewhere new or even talking on the phone makes you have a freak out that can make you shake, throw up or have a full on panic attack,and again you have NO control over this. I don’t want to have depression or anxiety, I don’t want to be a statistic and I also really don’t want to have zero control over my emotions sometimes. I don’t even want to die, at all. I want to live as long as I can, but as soon as I have a flare up then dying is all I can think about. I can’t believe anybody wants that. I can’t believe the idea of having someone on the internet comfort you or have the person you like talk you out of a “suicide attempt” to make you feel special is worth faking an illness. The worst part is that people who actually are mentally ill probably don’t feel comfortable talking to anyone about their problems anymore because they know they’re going to be lumped into the category of all the Susie sweet sixteens who will tell anyone with ears about how “crazy” they are just so someone will think they’re special. I hate to tell you this, but the books and the movies are WRONG. They’re FICTIONAL. Nobody has ever kissed my scars or hugged me and told me i was still beautiful. Nobody ever asked me if I needed to talk and actually listened, instead they let me rant for 2 minutes before ignoring me. Nobody tells me that being “crazy” makes me deep and interesting. This shit isn’t glamorous or romantic like tumblr and your favorite teen novel make it out to be, it is a major obstacle and you should be thankful to not have it. You should be thankful to have a healthy mind, don’t try to ruin it by trying to fit into the ridiculous trend of being mentally ill. Shit, most people don’t even believe me if I for whatever reason have to tell them about my diagnosis. You know why? Because everyone and their mother suddenly has a “I have anxiety and this is my story” novel. We’ve heard it all before. It’s absolutely no shock whatsoever when someone admits they’ve tried to commit suicide, because everyone has that same story, it seems. If you go to the doctors and they tell you that you have an incurable disease, you instantly want to treat it and hope for a cure. Your friends/family are shocked and upset, you would do anything for your physical health back. Depression? Anxiety? “Oh cool you’re seeing a shrink? Yeah me too. I get nervous sometimes”