So, I'm doing an Argumentative Essay about Mental Health for my Critical Thinking In Society class at Uni and I was doing research earlier tonight and I am disgusted that there are people out there, actual fucking people that think Mental Health isn't real, that it's a myth, and the government tends to just sweep it under the rug and pretend like it's not that big of a deal when it really is.

There's also alot of this research that indicates alot of people who do suffer from mental health don't seek professional help. I know I haven't, but I know I most likely need to. Will I though? Probably not. I've been shut down that many times that I don't feel like I can talk to anyone about it at all, and I also know I'm not the only one who feels this way.

Sure, there are now ways that people can talk to a professional online or through an app, but that doesn't mean everyone will. Like myself, there are those who feel like they need to deal with this on their own because they've tried to talk to someone and had a be experience in doing so. It's all well and good ranting about it on Social Media, and even on here, but that doesn't mean it's going to help.

I know you guys are there for me, and I know you guys have told me that you're willing to allow me to rant to you about it, but here's the thing; I won't. The only person I really talk to about it is my girlfriend, my Angel, and even then I feel like I'm burdening her with my insignificant little problems.

Another thing I hate is when people tell me that I don't have a bad life so I shouldn't be depressed like I didn't already fucking know that. People with depression or anxiety don't need to have a bad life. I know where mine came from, and it's because of past verbal bullying; hateful verbal slurs that stuck with me and made me believe them, made me believe that I was a fat fucking whale and that I was beneath everyone around me because I was too quiet, too weird or too fucking loud for them, for anyone, because I have an odd sense of humour at an age where no one could understand that kind of dark, morbid humour, because I was and most likely still am an easy target. I'm a fragile little soul who won't do shit to help myself in these kinds of situations. My mum would always think of her work before even thinking to spend time with literally her only daughter, and I was left alone a lot during a time I lived with her for two years, from when I was 15 years old through to 17 years old. I didn't have any real friends to hang out with, and I still don't, because they're all online.

I don't have that small but cool friend group that I wish I had who could understand my humour. I don't have anything to fucking do in my free time because if I wanna do something, I have to do it alone, and while that's all cool, I wish I had that physical friend who was there for me. I didn't have that kind of friend when I was being bullied, I didn't have anyone to turn to, but I know I'm not the only one who's gone through that.

Though I may not go to you guys for emotional and mental support, just know that you can always come to me for emotional and mental support. I don't want my precious Stray Creatures to be sad UwU