It is the showing of adoration or, more specifically, people who romanticize our suffering; those who try to reassure us that we are still “beautiful/handsome/desirable” while we are at our lowest, haven’t taken care of our hygiene in weeks, and look like a disheveled mess of our former selves. It comes off as patronizing. Then there are the ones who think we are some cliche emo from TV, as if our suffering is an aesthetic choice rather than a genuine breakdown of our ability to care for ourselves.
Not them but I also suffer from depression.
It is the showing of adoration or, more specifically, people who romanticize our suffering; those who try to reassure us that we are still “beautiful/handsome/desirable” while we are at our lowest, haven’t taken care of our hygiene in weeks, and look like a disheveled mess of our former selves. It comes off as patronizing. Then there are the ones who think we are some cliche emo from TV, as if our suffering is an aesthetic choice rather than a genuine breakdown of our ability to care for ourselves.