Today was my first day of outpatient therapy and first real appointment with a psychiatrist after over nine years of self-injury, depression, drug and alcohol abuse, eating disordered habits, and long struggle with mental illness and unhappiness.
I had always ran away from the thought, but I finally decided I want to get better.
After talking to my psychiatrist today, I was prescribed some medicine, started on a treatment plan suited for me, and submitted into the outpatient therapy program. I felt good. I felt important. It felt right.
But when I came home no one supported me. They told me I’m “stupid”, “crazy”, and “weak”. That I just need to “deal with it”. I’m 19 years old and my own Mother refused to let me fill my medications because she does not “believe in it” and thinks I “don’t need it”.
My older sister followed in her footsteps and proceeded to ridicule me for seeking treatment and taking medication. She then posted this status about me.
At first I felt like crying. But you know what? Fuck it. I replied back and stood up for myself.
I AM NOT GOING TO BE ASHAMED OF HAVING MENTAL ILLNESS. THIS STIGMA SURROUNDING MENTAL ILLNESS HAS TO GO. AND EVERYONE - I MEAN EVERYONE - WHO AGREES NEEDS TO REBLOG THIS WITH THE PROMISE THAT THEY TOO WILL STAND UP WHEN SOMEONE PUTS US DOWN FOR POSSESSING SOMETHING WE HAVE NO CONTROL OVER.
Don’t let the uneducated try to educate you about who you fucking are.