And again and again they talk me down. How much I hurt them.
How undereducated I am in return for my other siblings.
They tell me that life is beautiful and that my view has to be more positive so that I am happy.
They think my pain is Fake.
All I hear is how bad you are with the fact that I have depression.
But what about me? I feel the pain!
I am trying to put this pain into words.
I haven't seen myself in a long time. I tried to find me, screamed, cried, had to win and then somehow I was at the same point where I started the search for myself. But yes, of course only the fact that it hurts you that I am mentally ill counts. Sorry mom, dad. I am sorry, that I did not give you time to decide whether I can be mentally ill or not, sorry that I have chosen it on my own.
Depression and many other diseases are so often silenced. You pretend it's nothing moving for those affected, but if your child falls to the ground at some point after an overdose with a letter saying "I'm sorry, I couldn't stand it anymore" then you'll cry and say you didn't see the disease coming. Congratulations. You will then belong to over 50% of the population which silenced the illness. And even worse, you lose your child. Finally open your eyes, damn.
27,8% of adults in NRW suffer on it.
300.000 deads this year.
But yes, of course you suffer from my illness.
Damn. What about me?
