Why do people and books and TV shows keep ‘beautifying’ mental illnesses?
There is nothing beautiful about kneeling over the toilet at 11pm at night with vomit in your hair.
There is nothing pretty about shaking so much and feeling like you’re going to pass out and can’t breathe.
There is nothing cute about staying up until 3 in the morning just staring at the ceiling thinking about all of the ways you could end your life.
There is nothing sweet about dragging a sharp razor across your skin and watching the blood ooze out of your body.
Mental illnesses aren’t cute. They’re horrible and unpleasant and dreadful and fearful and they ruin lives.