Having a mental illness is worse than breaking your arm. No one cares, things are really difficult and it’s really hard to understand how to cope with them. 4 years diagnosed and I’m still a bipolar, depressed, angry, fucked up mess. I’ve barely kept any friends because of these monstrosities and the ones I did keep don’t care about the disorders anyways. Trust me, it’s like screaming and getting stabbed all over but no one notices and it never stops.
*has my feelings surgically removed*
I’m attracted to intelligence. Not the book smart type of intelligence. I could care less whether you’ve gone to college or how much money you make because of it. I like intelligent conversations that make me think even hours after it’s ended. I soak up words from radical minds.
Mental illness is like fighting a war where the enemy’s strategy is to convince you that the war isn’t actually happening.