I've headed up north to spend some time at my boyfriend's place for the holidays. I went to a big family gathering last night, and it was tough.
One of the first things that was said to me was a joke about slitting my wrists.
I'm quite guilty when it comes to making jokes about mental health. But I always do it when only with a receptive audience. My best friend and I will kid about our mental health a lot, because we both suffer from very similar mental illnesses and dark humor is one of our favorite coping strategies. I'd never make jokes to others though. You don't know what others are going through. And because of that, you should never make jokes unless you know it's okay with that person.
Senin, 19 Desember 2016
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