I thought this was quite good.
I hope this doesn’t come out all wrong. This has been on my mind a lot lately, and I hope my tone isn’t misunderstood. I just want to spread some understanding.
When I tell you about my mental illness, I am not looking for sympathy or pity.
I am not trying to be a victim.
I’m not saying “wo is me!”
I am not begging for help.
What I am seeking is empathy. Just like everyone else in the world—including you—I just want to be understood.
When a person with a mental illness is well enough to function in society—to get out of bed, to answer the phone, to give service in the community, to go to the store, to go to school or work, to spend time with friends—many people end up assuming that either they don’t really have a mental illness or it must not be that bad.
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