In the age of the internet, more and more teenagers are looking to gain popularity, and it’s easy thesedays.Simply show cleavage on instagram or pretend you’re a pansexual with depression and anxiety even though you don’t know what that means.It’s good to point out these idiots as they make a mockery of real mental illnesses that people have to go through everyday.
If you see someone acting like this, please call them out. One day, depression means you can’t get out of bed or tie your shoes or pay bills.
The next, it means you want to stay home and watch movies. Your definitions change all the time, depending on context and how “sick” you really want to look.
You are constantly sharing shit about it on social media.
Every time someone writes a #powerful #essay on whatever website about their struggle with upper-middle-class anxiety, you share it.
Then you’re fine 🙂 You think it’s “controversial” to talk about.
If you think it’s still a “controversial” thing to announce to your Facebook friends that you struggle with bouts of anxiety, you’re either living under a rock or looking to be a martyr. Everyone is open about their struggles with mental illness, and posting stuff about “u shouldn’t be ashamed of ur depression girlfriend~~~” is just redundant. But when it comes to the behavior that you’re doing over and again, you’re not interested in doing the hard work that is required to overcome mentally ill behaviors.
If you need to announce it, fine, but don’t pretend like you’re being brave by saying you’re sad sometimes. You constantly post baiting things so that people will ask what’s wrong. :(” “Not feeling good.” “Ugh, I can’t even.” Yeah, you’re posting those statuses because you want people to ask how you are, and you want to vent about it. You’re interested in talking about it, and identifying as a person who has ____, but you’re not interested in being better. AND FINALLY pansexuals, demisexuals and the other special snowflakes of the LGBT community.
You share “How to date someone with ____.” You share “7 things only people with OCD know.” It’s your whole identity, and you’re constantly reminding people that you are sick and brave and in a permanent struggle against the world. If your bio announces from the get-go that you have depression — before you even mention, I don’t know, a job or a hobby or an accomplishment, you need help.
And not in the “Lexapro” department, in the “you have nothing interesting to say about yourself besides a disorder” department. If you don’t call someone back, it’s not because phones give you anxiety. If you don’t show up to a friend’s birthday party, it’s not because you are bad in social situations. If you take your stress out on your significant other constantly for no reason, it’s not because you’re depressed. Mental illness (although convenient) is not a catch-all reason to treat people like shit.
When it’s convenient, your illness takes a back seat.
Unless something really fun is coming up and you manage to get it together, or you want to impress a date by pretending that you’re really active and outgoing and happy!