Anyone makes mental health jokes...

[Minimalist]

Then stop beating yourself up over it.  You do not seen to be in denial about it ( which might be a fault of yours in certain circumstances ).  If you are being treated and going along with the procedures then cut yourself some slack.  We're human beings.  We can only do what we can.

[Mystic]

How could you be responsible? You certainly didn't design your own brain

How could I not be is a better question. And while I didn't design my brain or DNA, I designed a lot of the outcomes of my brain due to states I embraced, decisions I made. 

And the illness, when I really reflect about it, is me through and through. It's not something I could separate from myself, and the dopamine receptors going haywire, is because I overclocked and didn't listen to advise we all knew as children,  basic things like eating and sleeping... 

I still see how I saw the onset, the storms coming, the affliction, but instead of turning way from the path of the trial madness, I playfully went down that road.  It was like it was fun to do it all at that time.

Not taking the dangers seriously, there was nothing my family or anyone can do. Not the Angels of healing, not the Guides, not all the Messengers combined, I was bent on listening to irrationality and awaken a sense I was not ready to awaken.

And when it came to overtake me, I didn't the guidance and help shown by anyone that wished me well, and just listened and embraced the irrational destructive whispers, till the demon in me took over me, and till I had no control over my body.

I gave it control. I let go. I remember it all vividly. The days that lead to it. Every step of the way.  How when everyone is warning me to not go off the rails, it was like I wanted to go off the rails.

And boy did I do it.

Not the whole world combining to stop me, every good human and Angel, every guide, every single living thing, could of told me good advice, I probably would not heed it, but listen to the irrational dark sword I embraced.

I know the irrational curse sword I embraced. I know it well. 

I know it all too well.

And then after that, nothing but denial of the illness. Like I couldn't acknowledge it.

Refusing treatments, all good advice, etc.. 

No one could help me. 

No one.

And then I gave up religion because I became so irrational that I put irrational terms of how thing should be interpreted on it. Hasty in conclusions. 

I disregarded not only the scripture I very well knew was from God, but all scriptures, as if there was no chance of any scripture that I have no read to be from God.

And in that ignorance, playfully made arguments, to due away with any helping hand from God and any handhold or rope stretched out.

In that period despair became to take me.  My high buildings were broken, I saw nothing but darkness as the future.

I am lucky for all my family and friends that were kind to me. I am lucky for the healers from Nurses to Doctors to Recreational therapists, that helped me.

I am lucky Michael and the Angels under him, didn't give up on me.

I am lucky of all the help from everyone physically and spiritually, socially and silently, all the help... 

And there some things that happened that I won't go to detail of, but I am lucky a lot. 

I don't deserve any of the health I have now, and I thankful I was taken out of it, from plenty of help.

[shadow]

I'd rather people condemn me seriously for my mental illness and judge me harshly  than mock the issue.

To laugh and make light of it, I can't stand.

There's one hell of a difference between mocking a person struggling with mental illness and making a joke that mentions insanity. Mocking an individual for an illness is repulsive, discussing or joking about an illness in an appropriate and non-derogatory context is just part of acknowledging that it exists.

I don't even know why you made this thread... clearly you don't want discussion, so it's just like a sort of Roast Me thread, where you're provoking people to make mental health jokes so you can then say you're ignoring them?

[Mystic]

I'd rather people condemn me seriously for my mental illness and judge me harshly  than mock the issue.

To laugh and make light of it, I can't stand.

There's one hell of a difference between mocking a person struggling with mental illness and making a joke that mentions insanity. Mocking an individual for an illness is repulsive, discussing or joking about an illness in an appropriate and non-derogatory context is just part of acknowledging that it exists.

I don't even know why you made this thread... clearly you don't want discussion, so it's just like a sort of Roast Me thread, where you're provoking people to make mental health jokes so you can then say you're ignoring them?

You show threads making fun of cancer. Cancer the person is still intact, his body goes, and the person doesn't lose him or herself. The illness I am afflicted with not only threatens your physical life (like it makes you highly volatile and suicidal), but it makes you lose something more than the body. It put's you, as in you, the identity, at risk of destruction.

And it is a heavy trial.

No one makes fun of aids or cancer. Why?

Especially in front of someone who has it.

You ask yourself why.

[WinterHold]

I don't mind people making jokes about M.S at all, when it's genuine and meant to cheer the person more than insulting them.
Then again live with what you have, and don't listen to people. I mean that's a basic with everything in life.

[Mystic]

Yo Atlas, I can't see what your saying and won't peak. You're on my ignore.

[The Industrial Atheist]

How could you be responsible? You certainly didn't design your own brain

How could I not be is a better question. And while I didn't design my brain or DNA, I designed a lot of the outcomes of my brain due to states I embraced, decisions I made. 

And the illness, when I really reflect about it, is me through and through. It's not something I could separate from myself, and the dopamine receptors going haywire, is because I overclocked and didn't listen to advise we all knew as children,  basic things like eating and sleeping... 

I still see how I saw the onset, the storms coming, the affliction, but instead of turning way from the path of the trial madness, I playfully went down that road.  It was like it was fun to do it all at that time.

Not taking the dangers seriously, there was nothing my family or anyone can do. Not the Angels of healing, not the Guides, not all the Messengers combined, I was bent on listening to irrationality and awaken a sense I was not ready to awaken.

And when it came to overtake me, I didn't the guidance and help shown by anyone that wished me well, and just listened and embraced the irrational destructive whispers, till the demon in me took over me, and till I had no control over my body.

I gave it control. I let go. I remember it all vividly. The days that lead to it. Every step of the way.  How when everyone is warning me to not go off the rails, it was like I wanted to go off the rails.

And boy did I do it.

Not the whole world combining to stop me, every good human and Angel, every guide, every single living thing, could of told me good advice, I probably would not heed it, but listen to the irrational dark sword I embraced.

I know the irrational curse sword I embraced. I know it well. 

I know it all too well.

And then after that, nothing but denial of the illness. Like I couldn't acknowledge it.

Refusing treatments, all good advice, etc.. 

No one could help me. 

No one.

And then I gave up religion because I became so irrational that I put irrational terms of how thing should be interpreted on it. Hasty in conclusions. 

I disregarded not only the scripture I very well knew was from God, but all scriptures, as if there was no chance of any scripture that I have no read to be from God.

And in that ignorance, playfully made arguments, to due away with any helping hand from God and any handhold or rope stretched out.

In that period despair became to take me.  My high buildings were broken, I saw nothing but darkness as the future.

I am lucky for all my family and friends that were kind to me. I am lucky for the healers from Nurses to Doctors to Recreational therapists, that helped me.

I am lucky Michael and the Angels under him, didn't give up on me.

I am lucky of all the help from everyone physically and spiritually, socially and silently, all the help... 

And there some things that happened that I won't go to detail of, but I am lucky a lot. 

I don't deserve any of the health I have now, and I thankful I was taken out of it, from plenty of help.

I can sympathize with the whole seeing darkness as the future thing. Like sometimes the simulation software in my brain is in overdrive, but it only predicts the many ways things could go wrong.

There may have been people trying to help you, but most likely the only thing that really could have done so is medical help.

Without getting into a long spiel into how I feel about religion, isn't it possible from your perspective that you are one of many people that were sick through no fault of your own, like the many who have cancer or heart disease, and it wasn't a punishment?

[Mystic]

Without getting into a long spiel into how I feel about religion, isn't it possible from your perspective that you are one of many people that were sick through no fault of your own, like the many who have cancer or heart disease, and it wasn't a punishment?

Most people with my affliction it's probably not their fault and there was so little they can do. But it was my fault, as well, from my perspective, some mental illnesses are highly due to society.

I know in my case, it's mostly my fault, the onset and prolonging of it.

[WinterHold]

There's one hell of a difference between mocking a person struggling with mental illness and making a joke that mentions insanity. Mocking an individual for an illness is repulsive, discussing or joking about an illness in an appropriate and non-derogatory context is just part of acknowledging that it exists.

I don't even know why you made this thread... clearly you don't want discussion, so it's just like a sort of Roast Me thread, where you're provoking people to make mental health jokes so you can then say you're ignoring them?

You show threads making fun of cancer. Cancer the person is still intact, his body goes, and the person doesn't lose him or herself. The illness I am afflicted with not only threatens your physical life (like it makes you highly volatile and suicidal), but it makes you lose something more than the body. It put's you, as in you, the identity, at risk of destruction.

And it is a heavy trial.

No one makes fun of aids or cancer. Why?

Especially in front of someone who has it.

You ask yourself why.

I have an opinion:

Cancer and AIDS are boring and very very gloomy. They are the type of systematic destructive sicknesses that eat the body alive, AIDs will leave you looking in such a bad shape during the time of your death, both kill you. Mental illness in most cases doesn't.

If you compare AIDs to depression; then that's pretty wrong.
So, you get why some people might feel strange about your motives behind the topic

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Yo Atlas, I can't see what your saying and won't peak. You're on my ignore.

lol, no you can, there's a "show reply" button.. That's how I see your posts anyways, so....

[Astreja]

Most people with my affliction it's probably not their fault and there was so little they can do. But it was my fault, as well, from my perspective, some mental illnesses are highly due to society.

I know in my case, it's mostly my fault, the onset and prolonging of it.

It's true that there is such a thing as situational depression, and people under prolonged stress can suffer breakdowns (and I've experienced these), but in many cases the primary etiology is the brain chemistry.  This is not something that can be driven away with willpower.  You can control your environment and your behaviours somewhat to make them mentally healthier, but medication may be required if the cause is a malfunction in neurotransmitters.