There’s certain lies people will tell a person with mental illness, ever so frequently, in an attempt to make them feel better.
Now, these people, generally speaking, don’t mean to offend. They don’t mean to tell a lie even, but they haven’t suffered through mental illness themselves, or they just want someone to feel a bit better, and this often means the truth goes unspoken.
I, personally, want the truth. The cold, hard, potentially devastating truth. That way, I know what I’m in for. I’m not living in a fantasy land where everything is fine.
So please refrain from saying, “everything is going to be okay.” and “if it’s not alright, it’s not the end.” because you don’t know those things for certain, and I know for a fact that you’re only saying them so I will be happy.
But that’s just not how happiness works.
And I’m not saying I know how happiness works, because I don’t remember ever feeling that emotion in my life. But I am saying that it’s okay to be absolutely and utterly clueless on what to say.
A hug will suffice, thank you.