Stop romanticizing mental illness. Specifically depression, anxiety,
eating disorders, and self-harm. There is absolutely nothing beautiful or
romantic about these things. Yet, today’s society of teenagers seems to think
so. Mental disorders are regularly being glamorized by pop culture through
movies, social media sites, music, and some books. This is wrong, and it is
imperative that it stops.
Why do teens encourage each other that allowing harm to their bodies and their mental health is considered to be the almost popular thing to do? Though it is glamorized, like
most things pop culture pushes, it is far from romantic. America is
experiencing a national mental health crisis, and its teenagers, its next
generation of leaders and impactful citizens, are the last people who need to
be using mental illness as an artistic gateway to popularity.
However, the sad truth is, American's are under-educated on how to properly respond to teens experiencing mental illness. It is not the way to being the popular kid like social media would have you believe, nor should it be. But, if a teen does indeed have a mental disorder and they don’t skillfully cover it up with a pretty mask, he or she will be shunned. They don’t become the beautiful, popular friend with a quirky trait. They become the
kid most people are afraid of and don’t know how to talk to. This isn’t pretty, it
is horrible. Mental illness changes lives. It doesn’t turn life in to a super
romantic teen love story. Life isn’t a John Green book. People need to see that!
Bulimia isn’t a pretty long haired girl bending over a toilet
with a tragically beautiful face on. It’s a miserable face with vomit dripping
from its chin and a bleeding throat.
Anorexia isn’t a slim figure shyly refusing a cupcake at a
party. Its peach hair growing all over their freezing malnourished body who could
drop dead of heart failure at any moment.
Depression isn’t a model with running mascara staring off
into the sunset. It’s a boy staring at the ceiling at 4 o’clock in the morning
with burning eyes because he can’t find the motivation to close them.
Self-harm isn’t handsome boys kissing a shy girls scars and
telling her she’s still the most beautiful girl in the world. Its scars that will be there for a
very long time and showers that sting.
A panic attack isn't a gorgeous girlfriend burying her face
into her lover’s chest and him telling her everything will be OK. Its feeling
out of control and like all oxygen has been denied from your lungs.
Mental illnesses are real, and they are far from pretty. Please
stop taking them lightly. Stop romanticizing teens being sad and harming themselves. Stop
treating depression as a lovely cue for a perfect love story, there is nothing romantic about hopelessness and suffering. Flowers won’t grow out of the scars on their wrists. A kiss won’t heal their mind. When someone is made to feel like death is their only escape, a cute celebrity isn’t going to come sweep them off their feet and
save them. Mental illnesses don’t suddenly make people special or make people start
to care about someone. They are monsters that destroy lives. Please stop promoting
them as something wonderful to impressionable teenagers.
No comments:
Post a Comment