What You Say About Mental Illness vs What You Actually Mean.
Tag: mental illness
Cut That Shit Out
There have been articles making the rounds again that psychologists are suggesting a certain someone has a severe mental illness.
Again. This is happening again. This spread of information and headlines, and clickbait, and general tomfoolery surrounding mental illness is once again making my disappointment in humanity rise.
First, it was the armchair doctors on social media saying ‘He’s crazy, he’s clearly got issues, he must have [insert dx here]’
Then, it was the preliminary rounds of ‘Psychologists are suggesting that he has a mental illness.’
Now, it’s ‘Psychologists are suggesting that he has a severe mental illness.’How about….and I know this is super unheard of….
WE CUT THAT SHIT OUT?
I don’t care whether or not he has a mental illness. I do care if he gets help, sure. But this….this whole idea that we can explain away the horrible things he’s done or said or blundered up with ‘mental illness’ is absurd. Or, if you’re not using it to explain his horrible behaviour, you’re using it to exemplify his lack of fitness to do his job.
BOTH OF THESE LINES OF THINKING CAUSE HORRIBLE PROBLEMS.
So, let’s start from the beginning. Psychologists, as medical professionals, should really fucking know better than to throw out even the suggestion of a diagnosis to the press, knowing full well the horrible stigma that still surrounds mental illness to this day. On top of that, as medical professionals, it’s kinda rude to be talking about someone, regardless of how high-profile they are, in a medical context outside of the context of their care. You don’t see oncologists blasting that so-and-so probably has cancer all over the press, so why are you broadcasting very real illnesses like they’re some kind of joke?!
Furthermore, mental illness is not an indication of someone’s ability to say or do horrible things. I’ve been in a fight like this before, and it’s really not fun. Not only does using mental illness as a catch-all for horrible behaviour endanger the victims of said person’s horrible behaviour (or at least fail to vindicate and acknowledge the harm said person is doing with the aforementioned behaviour,) it also removes accountability from the person in question, especially one with blame-shifting tendencies. ‘Oh, he doesn’t know what he’s doing, he’s mentally ill.’ This line of reasoning suggests that mentally ill people are unpredictable, volatile, and a danger to others. This is not always the case, and it’s a dangerous precedent to set, much like the HIV/AIDS crisis in the 80s [people being avoided for fear of contagion/people avoiding mentally ill people for fear of harm, people generating horrible stereotypes because of an illness that’s still misunderstood…]
On to the next point. Mental illness does not mean an inability to do one’s job. Ever. Full stop. Next question, please. High profile duties sure do require a lot of stamina, both physically and mentally. But DO NOT TELL ME that mental illness precludes someone from being a capable, functional member of society. I will shred you with my WORDS. Mental illness, much like any other illness, will set limits for each individual with a diagnosis. Some people have lower limits than others, and THAT IS OKAY. But to suggest that the reason someone is unfit because of a hypothetical diagnosis just fuels the hate fire that is mental health stigma, and I will fight to the death to make sure that that slows down or ends.
I’ve experienced workplace discrimination because of my limits that are caused by mental illness and self-care. Do you have any idea how demoralising that is? It makes it WORSE. I was passed up for promotions, told it’s useless to try, and not taken seriously when I had legitimate concerns about how things were being done. Eventually, the amount of nonsense I was dealing with came to a head, and I was forced to resign or risk my health.
People are already not listening when we try and make mental health a serious and valid issue, and this is NOT helping. It’s an insult to the movement that vies and pushes for mental illness to be treated the way it deserves to be treated in society; as a medical condition, a quirk/downfall/dysfunction/pick-a-word of one of the most important organs in the human body. Articles floating around in the news about how readily someone can be slapped with the label of mentally ill sends more people away from help and care, because they are afraid of what will happen if people find out.
Cut.that.shit.out.
Treat mentally ill people as people, ask them what their needs are, remember that they are more than medication and therapy and the doctors on their prescription labels. They are people, who deserve respect from a society that’s lambasting them without even acknowledging the harm.
Grieving the time you loose because of mental illness is one of the hardest things. Sometimes it’s weeks and a few friends, then sometime it’s months and the special occasions missed and more friends drift away.
When it gets into multiple years its no longer about the friends you once had, or the family you were once apart off, it’s just the time. The person you could have been, the people you could have meet, the fun you never had the photos that where never taken. Years stripped from your youth, with no great brave story to say for.
People don’t want to hear about the years you “bravely” fought mental illness. Mental illness is so personal that people don’t know how to talk about or what to think of it. It’s too deep, too heavy. It’s not surface stuff.
Sometimes depression is apathy. It is staring at the roof for hours and it noticing the time ticking by. It is clicking ‘next episode’ while not knowing what has happened for the last two seasons. It is reading page after page as the words fall out of your head with every flip. It is eating exclusively cereal for days at a time.
Sometimes depression is sadness. It overwhelms your soul like a tsunami, making you lurch in the darkness and gasp for breath like it is a butterfly just out of reach. It is sobbing in the shower over nothing in particular. It is concocting irrationally sad hypotheticals in which your loved ones die or leave you or stop caring and you are alone.
Sometimes depression is frustration. It is the stack of rotting dishes in the sink that you know you have to clean but you cannot bring yourself to stand up let alone scrub. It is wanting to tear your hair out from self hatred and pent up anger at your brain which has put you in this position. It is the unanswered messages from people who care which drive you mad in the night as you can’t string the right words together in the right order to do them justice.
Sometimes depression is absent. It is bursts of energy and productivity, designed to trick you into thinking that the light of the end of the tunnel is right there, before it throws you down another dark corridor. It is waking up feeling peppy and bright and energetic, allowing to get on with you life and be happy for an instant, but meeting you at the end of the day like a circling vulture ready to pick apart every choice you made and feast on your mistakes.
Sometimes depression is pathetic. It is feeling accomplished when you get out of bed in the mid-afternoon. It is streaming tears as you struggle to swallow slimy packet noodles. It is pushing away those who love you and support you because loneliness is paramount, and the depression must be fed, must be appeased, must be put before everything.
Sometimes depression is comforting. It is an old friend with open arms and a warm bed, ready and willing to pull you under, to keep you floating in its dark waters, to fill your lungs with its greyscale and preserve you as a message to the rest.
Sometimes depression is unsatisfactory. It is hope-crushing routine designed to keep your spirit in orbit. It is unchecked to-do lists and unfinished projects. It is fleeting dreams which never got the run needed to take off.
Sometimes depression is pressure. It is a physical presence looking over your shoulder, looming, predicting failure and ensuring it is correct. It is tightness in your chest for no reason. It is headaches and stomachaches and heartaches and aches that wrack your body for any sign of resistance, to draw it out and destroy it.
Depression is multifaceted. It is an enemy like any other, complete with weaknesses which can be exploited until it has been conquered. Do not let it win. Seek help, surround yourself with a positive support network, remember that you are not alone, and you will beat this ❤
This Comedian Nails Why The Mental Illness + Creativity Connection is Ridiculous
I used to really worry that medications would harm my creativity and it’s part of why I resisted taking them. It hasn’t. If anything it’s allowed me to be more focused and able to complete things. My imagination hasn’t changed just because I’m on anti-depressants.
a lot of my family didnt want me to start medications because they thought it would impact my ability to create, and I believed them.
Now im getting better and better with my art because i dont have to fight through the brainfog or the constant panic attacks and can dedicate my energy to my work.
Antidepressents didnt take my emotions away, they made them easier to handle.
also Van Gogh was literally in an asylum receiving mental health treatment when he painted ‘Starry Night’.
It was one of the most stable & productive periods of his life, despite the fact that wasn’t hugely effective treatment, because they didn’t really have modern understandings of what things work on mental illness. Like, you know. Medication.This is why we don’t romanticize mental illness or chronic disease.
ALSO because I am reading a book of his letters right now, Van Gogh himself addressed the idea that the best art came from pain and said that his art tended to suffer when his depression was hitting pretty hard. So don’t even pull that shit where you give his untreated depression credit for his art. Van Gogh would have hated that, and if antidepressants/better treatment of mental illness HAD existed then we might have even more of his work now.
Everything everyone said above me x1000000. I have done so much more art /with/ medication, than when I’m curled up in bed almost unable to move or feel. This is less ‘what he created’ and more ‘what other beauty might we have seen?’
Schizoid Personality Disorder – What It’s Like
Your mental illness is lying to you.
You are not stupid.
You are not ugly.
You are not worthless.
You are not weak.
You are not a burden.
Your mental illness is lying to you.
Fuck.
Also:
No you’re not bothering me. (Yes I’m serious.)
You’re not dumb.
You have great ideas.
Your smile isn’t ugly.
Neither is your laugh.
Yes people love you. No they’re not lying. Yes really.
YOU ARE NOT BOTHERING ME.
You don’t need to apologize, I actually AM very interested in our conversation.
YOU DON”T NEED TO APOLOGIZE FOR EXISTING.
in addition: yes i love you and your existence
Uhm… I really fucking needed to see this.
Yes, I am happy to hear from you.
You look nice today.
No, you aren’t being annoying.
Tell me more about the things you like, I’m interested in what you have to say.
If you changed your mind and can’t handle going out, we can hang out at home instead, I really don’t mind and I’m not mad at you.
Yes, I am really honestly happy that you’re here!
I think you’re pretty great actually.
Needed this and BOOSTING
needed this.
You will get better, even if you think you won’t. Nothig last forever, nor sadness
I hope you’re having a good day, I hope every day gets better and better. you really do matter 💖
((Omg this allmost made me cry…
*kiss*
- stop calling people with adhd annoying for exhibiting symptoms
- stop calling people with adhd immature when the disorder literally includes a 3 yr developmental delay
- stop treating adhd like it’s not as big of a deal as other disorders
- stop dismissing adhd just because it’s common
- stop acting like adhd is not a mental disorder/illness when it’s LITERALLY neurological
- if you don’t have adhd it’s not your place to speak on it
- if you don’t have adhd it’s not your place to make jokes about it
- if you don’t have adhd, stop fucking spreading lies about adhd

Hey, Tumblr. We’re making a quilt. We want you to help.
We’ve partnered with the NYC Department of Health (@nychealth), ThriveNYC, the First Lady of New York Chirlane McCray (@flonyc), and Tumblr Creatrs (@creatrs) to build a digital Mental Health Quilt.
What’s this, then? Each patch on this wonderful thing will represent an individual’s relationship with mental illness. That’s where you come in. Whether you’ve battled it before, are going through it now, or are helping others in their struggle, we would love to see you contribute.
How do I submit a patch? It’s easy. Three New York City artists and four of our fantastic @creatrs made these templates for you to download if you want to color in a patch.
Want to submit something more original? Sure! Just a couple formatting things:
- Try to keep the post captions under 100 characters.
- Your work must be 600x600px at 72 DPI, in a JPG or GIF format.
- It must be 100% your own. Totally and completely original.
Whichever method you choose, just submit here.
You’ll be helping out some pretty great charities, too. All you have to do is tag your post or submission with #The Trevor Project, #NAMI, or # The Steve Fund and we’ll donate $1 to the tagged charity, up to an aggregate total of $20,000 for all three organizations.
And the end result? While all of these patches will live on the Mental Health Quilt Tumblr forever, some of these patches will actually be printed out and turned into a real life quilt. We couldn’t ask for a better monument to you and this project.
This Comedian Nails Why The Mental Illness + Creativity Connection is Ridiculous
I used to really worry that medications would harm my creativity and it’s part of why I resisted taking them. It hasn’t. If anything it’s allowed me to be more focused and able to complete things. My imagination hasn’t changed just because I’m on anti-depressants.
a lot of my family didnt want me to start medications because they thought it would impact my ability to create, and I believed them.
Now im getting better and better with my art because i dont have to fight through the brainfog or the constant panic attacks and can dedicate my energy to my work.
Antidepressents didnt take my emotions away, they made them easier to handle.
also Van Gogh was literally in an asylum receiving mental health treatment when he painted ‘Starry Night’.
It was one of the most stable & productive periods of his life, despite the fact that wasn’t hugely effective treatment, because they didn’t really have modern understandings of what things work on mental illness. Like, you know. Medication.This is why we don’t romanticize mental illness or chronic disease.
ALSO because I am reading a book of his letters right now, Van Gogh himself addressed the idea that the best art came from pain and said that his art tended to suffer when his depression was hitting pretty hard. So don’t even pull that shit where you give his untreated depression credit for his art. Van Gogh would have hated that, and if antidepressants/better treatment of mental illness HAD existed then we might have even more of his work now.
We might have more of his work now because if he access to anti depressants he might not have killed himself.























