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I found this on the internet today.

I hate that people think depression is an illness.

While it very well may be some sort of chemical imbalance, I disagree, because of my personal experience.

When I was younger, I was skinny, and spoiled as a child. I learned about sex at an early age from a neighbor and lack of parental controls on our satellite T.V. Because I was spoiled, I was conceited, and this combined with my knowledge of sex, I basically acted like a whore. I would flirt with every little boy I saw, wear skimpy clothes, and constantly think about perverted things.
I was a disgusting child. I had lot’s of friends that I treated like dirt, but I was always outside playing with them. Until one year, I moved.
At my new house, there weren’t any kids my age around my neighborhood to play with. I eventually stumbled upon things on the internet that held my attention for an entire summer, during wich I stayed up until 6 every morning, and slept all day after that. Of course, this made me gain weight. I was also just hitting puberty, so I had alot of acne and I was always sweaty.
When I went back to school that year, things were pretty normal. I didn’t flirt all over the place anymore, and I kept to myself a bit. Of course, there were insults, and a lot of mocking.
My self esteem was weakening, but I was still haughty. That summer, I stayed at home the whole time again. I gained MORE weight and I lost any sense of self-worth that was left. I was deppressed. I contemplated suicide. When I went back to school that year, I had no popularity, two friends who I could barely call accquaintences, and failing grades due to my lack of motivation for anything.
My parents were oblivious to all this. I have a loving family, but I barely came out of my room, leaving them with no chance to see a problem. I came to a point where I could really sink no lower.

I don’t really know what happened after that. I might’ve read an inspiring story on the internet, or watched an anime full of heroes overcoming their fate, or I might’ve just gotten tired of hating myself. One night when I was feeling especially worthless, crying on the floor in my room, I snapped.
I could just picture someone standing over me, sneering at how pathetic I was, wallowing in my own self-pity. I decided that I needed to suck it the fuck up. Screw everything. I’m going to make the best of this pathetic existence I’ve been given, and when it’s over, I can say that I fucking did something. I wasn’t going to be a pussy and kill myself. I wasn’t just going to give up. I was going to get it over with.
So I got up off of the floor, and took a long shower for the first time in a long while.
I got my ass in gear and did a load of makeup work to pass all my classes with straight D’s. I looked at the passing of that grade as a trial overcome, the first of many in my new life.
The year of school after that was the best I’ve had. I made a few friends, the closest I’ve known. I passed my classes with straight A’s. I’ve been accepted into an elite high school with all honors and AP courses.
It’s summer now, and I am a bitter, but better person. I’ve been called cynical, cold. Which I am, but I’m slowly beginning to get my personality back. I was always the funny girl before. I’m hoping I can be like that again.
Whenever I start to feel sullen about the many things that are just shot all to hell in my life, I give myself a metal smack in the face and tell myself to get up, shut up, and stop whining about things I can’t control. I’m going to keep moving forward, whatever it takes, trampling over the ‘depressed’ people that are too weak to do anything with themselves.

In conclusion, depression is not a disease. It is a weakness that can be overcome, just like any other obstacle. To anyone with depression, take control. Grab life by the throat and toss it aside. Don’t let yourself become one of the nameless people who commit suicide and go on forgotten, with nothing to leave behind to show that they were there at all. Take a stand.
There is another alternative. If you feel like you have nothing to live for, and want to throw your life away, give it to someone else. Devote yourself to a religion or charity. It doesn’t matter if you believe in the cause. If you don’t want your life, there are other people who will gladly put it to use. 

Are you fucking kidding me? You must be joking because people this stupid can’t really exist outside of TV, right?

“While it very well may be some sort of chemical imbalance” it’s not a disease. A quantifiable defect in brain chemistry is not an illness. ”Chemical imbalance” is just a misleading term that refers to weakness of character.

Okay.

Now, let me tell you what I hate.

I hate it when some spoiled-ass little bitch rolls out the gate with the single most obvious case of adjustment disorder I have ever seen in my life and then tells me about chemical depression.

You hit puberty, gained a couple pounds and, god for-fucking-bid, were NOT POPULAR!!! I’m so sorry, princess! I’m so fucking sorry that your entire world hinged upon your own shallowness and need for public approval.

Now, could you imagine what it would’ve been like if you literally could not “suck it the fuck up”? If, when you finally snapped and decided to make your life have meaning and purpose, nothing changed? What would you do if no amount of anything (and you’ve tried everything) could make the splitting agony go away? What would you do if you had to live that way for five or ten years straight?

Well, if dealing with the most minimal, basic, common troubles of adolescence ate you up, you’d probably crumble. If you think that you’re some kind of fucking champion for living through pimples and love handles and now you get to tell everyone else how to act, you’d definitely die.

If you think you have changed one fucking bit from the arrogant, ignorant, self-absorbed, “disgusting” little shit you were when you were younger, then I’d like to take this time to apologize. I was wrong about you. You really do have a problem:  you are flat-out fucking delusional.