This, I fear, has been and will continue to be the state of affairs for mental illness. It's a dark topic from the past that haunts every day. It's a skeleton in the closet we know is there, but no one wants to talk about.

The thing I really hate is that these asshole celebtards get celebrated for it, while people like yourself, my entire family, friends suffer for years, being cast aside and tormented from within and outside.

And people will say "good for this snl douchebag" and "he's getting the help he needs" which, yay, but how about the millions of people like yourself that must suffer alone. Why celebrate this person who comes out and says "look at me! Not only did my dad die in 9/11, but i have a mental disorder!"

No fucking shit. Everyone today has some form of disorder, probably linked in some way to the 9/11-Bush society years. Hell, they're pumping us full of chemicals in the water, and that's not even a conspiracy anymore - it's actual scientific fact.

This should be about people getting help, not glorifying those artists who died from their demons and celebrating one who says they're getting help. It should be about society getting mental health, about helping those who live in darkness most of their lives find some hope and light, even if just recognizing the darkness.

Someone who brings up their suffering every time they speak is not that person. It's the quiet ones that people should worry about. Loud ones are just begging for attention.