I don’t talk about my illness so that you will feel sorry for me. I talk about it so you will know what I’m going through, why I am the way I am. I don’t want your pity. I want your understanding.
And sometimes, I talk about it because I had a bad day and just like you, talking about the bad thing makes me feel better. It just so happens I have a lot of bad days and my illness is usually at the core of it."
Do you remember how empty you felt the day someone you loved left? Doesn’t matter who it was, doesn’t matter how they left. Just feel that feeling inside your chest, the emptiness, the aching, the numbness, the sad, the cold. It feels so empty that you can physically feel it, right? You don’t want to get out of bed because there’s nothing worth waking up for. You consider suicide. Now imagine being that way since you were little. Imagine that depression is decades long of the same heartbreak. Imagine that you feel this way when you wake up, sometimes for no reason at all.
Do you remember the last time you faced one of your fears? Doesn’t matter what fear. One that most people can relate to is public speaking. Do you remember how scared you were? Do you remember feeling everybody’s eyes on you? Do you remember shaking? Imagine feeling that all the time. Imagine that every second of your life is a presentation and the whole world is an audience.
Do you understand it now?"