Ok I’m posting this because there seems to be a ridiculous outburst happening over this post regarding bipolar. People please stop reading my words wrong. In this post, I rant and rave about something that happens in many corners of the world in many different aspects of life. Let me get this straight, because some people seem to think that I actually believe people that suffer from depression are making it up.
HELL NO.
I am pissed at the small group of narrow minded idiots out there who choose to make up random shit about themselves to gain sympathy. Not needed or wanted sympathy, I’m talking about sympathy because daddy won’t let them borrow the car. Come on.
In one of the comments -
Mood swings and depression is normal. It’s when they start to fuck your life up that you have a problem.
I know, but I’m not referencing genuine people like yourself, I’m not talking to that population. I’m talking to the ones who’s lives are not in any way about to be fucked up by this or ever will be.
Illnesses like bipolar disorder (real bipolar, not “Oh noes, I had a mood swing) have biological basis. Scans have showed this and there is “psychosurgery”, a form of brain surgery used to cure extreme depression. It lasers the part of brain causing the depression. You can’t just “cheer up”.
See what you just said? That is exactly what I said in my post. REAL bipolar not mood swings and cranky tantrums because your best friend stole your favourite shade of lipstick. The people I refer to in this post are people that like to make things up because it gains them popularity. No one who is genuinely bipolar can make it go away no, but these people making it up to be cool CAN. That is who I am making this post about.
Now let me tell you about myself, so perhaps you can see that I have absolutely no reason to believe what some people are now assuming I believe.
Depression came into my life about 15 years ago and completely fucked it up. I spent days wondering what the hell I was on the planet for, huddled in corners, crying until I thought I would die, laughing and happy as hell only to have it all crash down into some of the darkest moments of my life, repeat.
At around 24 I had completely alienated myself from society. I stayed in one room, with no light and ordered nothing but home delivery to survive. I did this for 6 months or so. All my calls were screened, even my parents. My life was nothing, it meant nothing. It meant existing, or trying to. I eventually got forced out of it by doctors who told me I was moments away from major heart failure if I didn’t stop living like that and STILL I didn’t care. I said hey, great, an easy way out of it.
My highs and lows are drastic and they last for days, even weeks. Even now as I’m typing this I’m feeling sick because I know that tomorrow I have to get up and go out into the world and try to be someone everyone else wants to be me. When I’m on a high it’s horrible. I am bored 24/7 because my thoughts are moving at a million miles an hour and I can’t fit everything into that second that I want to do. I get so frustrated and in a panic because I can’t think for the noise in my head. I have to sleep, and through sleep comes more pain.
I know what this is about and let me reiterate right now. I, in no way shape or form, believe that depression is something you can snap out of. Because god knows, If I could I’d do it in a second. It is serious and my post was simply aimed solely to those that definitely do not have it, but pretend to, to gain attention for all the wrong reasons.
That is all.