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Yeah, this is one of the things that really does get me steaming. I don’t want anyone to have the experiences I did as a kid, whether that’s the emotional abuse of one parent, the neglect of the other, the steaming pile of religious guilt shoved on me, and the relentless unhappiness that pervaded my teenage years. People denying the illness aspect of it, merely dismissing it as a phase, and pushing the philosophy that kids don’t need help and treatment (which also leads to isolation in the already fucked up social world the child is now finding themself in) are cruel.
Lost a good chunk of my adulthood too. Still working on it. Probably always will be.
Did I miss the pro-mental-illness crowd? I feel like I never meet people like “depression is great! We should have more of it!”
there are many who romanticize it. (those people often have no mental illness)
You’d be suprised.
It took me until after university to be able to figure out how to lose weight and get my depression/anxiety in check.
Fuck man.
Better late than never? I hear ya though. Lost time sucks and the current time doesn’t seem very appealing.
Reminds me of Diane’s Good Damage scene from BoJack.
Posting/talking about it this way so many years later is not a constructive use of your time though. Be positive instead, lest you relapse.EDIT: I stand corrected; gratitude. I worded it wrong, my point is that there are better ways. Should not have diminished.
Absolutely not. Acknowledging that it was fucking awful is the only place from which actual progress can be made. Posting about it is a perfectly valid way to do that and provides an entry point into that conversation, provided people don’t shut it down with toxic positivity.
Source: raised by gaslighting narcissists.
Merci, see edit.
I will simply neglect the absence of what I have lost for fear that I will lose more if I acknowledge it.
