There is absolutely no way that works.
“It’s all in your head.”
“Just drink more water!”
“Meditation helps me when I’m sad.”
Stop it. Just stop it. Nothing is as simple as that.
See, when you’re like me, nothing is simple. Can you guess why? That’s right! Depression, anxiety, stress, sensory overloads, exhaustion, insomnia - and meditation, you say?
Tell someone with lung cancer, “Oh, it’s all in your lungs. Just stop having cancer!” Can’t do that, can you? It’s not right, it doesn’t work that way. Maybe if you stopped treating disorders like emotions, and more like physical illnesses, you wouldn’t deserve a punch in the nose every second of every day of your life.
Death isn’t as simple as 1-2-3, and neither is life. Stop trying to sum it up in a sentence or two. The chemicals IN MY BRAIN tell me to feel, to hurt, to die. Don’t you think I’ve tried to solve it on my own? To get help? Therapy boosts my anxiety to the roof. Medication makes me impulsive and angry. But I still do it anyway, because, hey, it’s not gonna fix itself.
Oh, go on, continue to joke about it. Tell me you want to end it all because your mom yelled at you for not doing the dishes. Maybe I could take a whole buncha’ pills, I told myself, on January 2nd. Perhaps I should get a lighter, a knife, or chemicals, I told myself, on January 16th. Maybe drowning wouldn’t be so bad, I told myself, on February 20th. I even tried it.
Tell me you have OCD because you like your room clean, or your notes organized. OBSESSIVE-COMPULSIVE DISORDER is about repeating thoughts and actions. Obsessive-compulsive people are usually messier than neurotypicals. The handwriting, the organization - it’s not present.
Stop. Shut up. You can’t say anything about this unless you have the papers.