#no cure
People who eventually learn about your depression are all THE SAME, it’s so fucking frustrating. They’ll try to cheer you up, make you feel better, and in a way, it’s really good. It’s nice to have people you know you can count on to make you feel less shitty in your everyday life. It’s great to know you can talk to someone about your problems, someone who’ll care, who’ll try to understand.
BUT, there’s something really important people don’t seem to understand : DEPRESSION IS A MENTAL ILLNESS THAT CANNOT BE FIXED.
IT. HAS. NO. FUCKING. CURE.
That’s the whole point. It’s a disease. I. Am. Sick. I’m not just “tired” or “sad”. There are no easy solutions. Actually, there’s something wrong with my brain. With my biology. With my molecules or something. With things that no one can really modify or fix. It’s inside my MIND. How could anyone do anything about it? It’s not like people could literally go inside my mind and fix the broken parts, like they usually do with physical injuries.
Alright, people? Is that clear?
Sono need to come and try to fix me, to cure me, or to give me stupid advices like “just go talk to a therapist” or “take some medication” or even “try to be a little happier” like if there was an easy answer to fix the problem.
I’m like “no!!!!!”
First of all, these people don’t know ANYTHING about my mental health, about my personal situation, about my story and about how I’m handling things (or not). They don’t know anything and they just assume. And you know, it’s always really irritating to hear people talk to you about YOUR disease like if they knew it better than you do. I’m like “yeah, you’ve known I’m sick since like two minutes but sure, you probably know my illness better than me - who, btw, have been living it for the past TWENTY FUCKING YEARS.”
Then, even if they do know a lot about mental illness, or about me, it’s NOT their job to fix me or cure me! It’s not their responsibility. I feel like most of people are just helping me because of moral duty, you know? Like they want to be good people, heros, social justice warriors. They want to feel good about themselves. And in the end, they’re not happy because I’m supposedly “better” but because they THINK they cured me, they think they did a good action.
WHY CAN’T PEOPLE ACCEPT THE FACT THAT I AM SICK AND THAT THERE’S NOTHING THEY CAN DO ABOUT IT???
I’m not even asking them to cure me or to do anything in order to make me feel better, cause I know it’s very complicated, if not impossible! I’m just asking them to be there for me, to care, to talk to me… But instead, they just want to fix you like you’ve just got a broken leg or something! UGH. So annoying.
RESPECT MY GODDAMN DISEASE AND STOP MAKING EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU.
