To everyone who says that “mental illness aren’t that serious, and you shouldn’t miss school, because you’re probably making it up anyways”

Have you ever sat in your room shaking and staring with blurred vision at the textbooks that lie on your bed?

Have you ever felt yourself gasping for air when your math teacher tells you to answer a question on the board?

Have you ever etched words of your english assignment on your skin instead of paper?

Have you ever thought about ending it all because you have three overdue assignments plus two from tonight?

Tell the woman sitting on the brown leather couch that holds a pen in hand and has watched me pull on my hair when I begin to talk about school, how much more important English class is.

Tell the paramedics that are on a first name basis with me.

Tell my teachers who are now trained to keep an eye on one of my classmates because they’r afraid he might stab himself in the neck with a pencil if they give him too much homework.

I dare you to look me in the eye and tell me I’m faking it.

Pull up my sleeves and look at my mutilated skin and tell me I’m only doing it for attention, even though the only people who know I do this to myself are my best friend and the doctor who had to stitch up my wrists.

Tell me.

No, you know what?

Tell your sister to stop bleeding because she’s getting blood all over her history report.

Tell your cousin, that a C isn’t a reason to act like a fish out of water.

Tell your best friend as she they pull her out of school in a gurney to that she should get over it, and as the ambulance starts driving to the hospital don’t forget to remind her to study for her biology final.

I dare you to watch me during school, pull up my sleeves, look me in the eye and tell me that school is more important than my sanity.

To everyone who says that “mental illness aren’t that serious, and you shouldn’t miss school, because you’re probably making it up anyways” (via thetalkingcigarette)