I am not always "looking at the glass half empty", I have depression.
I'm not running a mile a minute and talking nonstop because I think I'm so important, I have hypomania.
I'm don't just "cry about everything", my illness makes me feel lost.
I'm not "needy" and looking for validation, I'm asking for support during depression.
I'm not selfish or lazy, I'm hurting mentally, emotionally, physically.
I'm not weak, I'm sick.
I'm not "always complaining"; I'm sharing my deepest thoughts and struggles because I trust you.
I'm not "making mountains out of mole hills," my anxiety and hypomania won't let my brain rest until certain things are done. It feels like I'm being mentally eaten alive.
I don't need to be fixed or "taught the right way to think or act" or molded into pretending I'm the version of OK that society is comfortable with. I don't need to "just suck it up". I don't need an attitude adjustment or to be more grateful. I don't need you to tell me that the way my brain works is wrong. I don't need to be made to feel bad or guilty or less for having a illness I never asked for and battle against every day of my life. It is not a choice. I have an illness.