Unfortunately 25

Love and Betrayal

“No. You’re lying, they love me.”

I’m sorry to say this but I honestly wish I had cancer instead of soul crushing mental illnesses.

Why? Because everyone knows what cancer is. Everyone understands it. It’s not your fault if you get cancer. No one think you’re lazy if you’re having trouble doing simple tasks. No one thinks you’re toxic, draining or dangerous, just very unlucky. People visit you, ask how you’re doing, send flowers and support you all the way. You would get good doctors, proper care and no one would judge you, talk badly about you or think you’re manipulative for asking for help. No one would think you’re not trying enough if you’d relapse or have a bad day. It’s socially acceptable and everyone understands.

But mental illness? You’re judged, looked down upon, stigmatized. You’re just looking for attention. You’re not trying hard enough to get better. You’re toxic, cruel and dangerous. You’re lazy. It’s your own fault. You’re just a horrible person and no one wants to stick around. You lose people. You’re denied treatment. No one wants to support and love you when you’re living your worst nightmare. You’re isolated, abandoned and left behind.