Hey.

I'm here to talk about something I've noticed happening in the internet as well as in real life.

You guys probably don't know (hopefully, or else you stalk meh way to much) that I have some issues in my brain.

Specifically, OCD, anxiety attacks, and a phobia of broken glass (and I used to have somniphobia; more on that later)

All of these diagnosis were made by a professional. This is not self-diagnosis BS.

First, I want to clear up that OCD doesn't necessarily involve symmetry. In my case, it involves touching thing "wrong" and having to touch them more times or more frequently having to "even out" and though the thing with the other side of my body. OCD is not cool, and I see now it has become a trend. Now, I don't suffer too much, but many people suffer a lot and sometimes these people that pretend having it get in the way of the people that actually have it.

Ah, anxiety attacks. This is a story for you:

When I was 14, I was talking to my friend about the attacks I had. My friend told me he had that too, and that he had those before tests or when studying. I knew him well, so I knew at that spot he was lying and that he just was nervous, like most people. Anyways, I stayed with my mouth shut, and two weeks later, I got the real deal. I asked him to call someone from my family, but he took it as a joke, or just thought I was just nervous. I pleaded him to call my family, and he just laughed. Needless to say I was very hesitant to pardon him.

So yeah. People think anxiety attacks are something they are not. People are even glorifying it, on the internet, and that's ridiculous, since that's the third worst feeling I ever felt. I'll get to number 1 later.

Story number 2:

I was 12. I was just swimming around at a local pool, and then my friend called me over to a section of the pool. Now this section is separated from the other by a huge sheet of glass, acting as a wall. My sister wanted to come, but I told her to leave, since it was private. My sister, mad, and only 8 (she didn't realize), threw a rock at the glass. And I think you know what happened next. Fortunately I escaped without hurting myself, but it was traumatizing to see the glass break in my front. And I was even more scared later when my doctor told me the chance of me escaping without a mark was about 5 percent, and leaving without dying 20-30 percent. My friend swam away a bit later then me. He was hospitalized.

Two weeks later, my friends gets a glass cup and drops it on the floor, braking it. I cringe and run away. And for 3 weeks, my friends terrorize me with broken glass, not knowing the seriousness of a phobia.

Story 3:

The most terrifying thing in my life was somniphobia. It is the phobia of sleeping. Every night was a pain. Every single night, I was tormented, only managing to sleep to keep alive. To not die. Eventually, I managed to recover (with the help of pills). It was utterly life destroying. People, being idiots, thought the fear of sleeping was impossible, and that I was making it up. And, trying to keep myself up (I never embraced depression, not even with this shit) I came to this site. This is why I got here in the first place. To talk. To talk.

And a week ago, a friend of a friend told me she had had insomnia when she was 14, and so she could relate to me. I had to hold my punch back.

All over the internet and the real life, you see people glorifying mental disorders, striving for anorexia (a deadly disease) and treating phobias and stuff like that as if they were only small fears created by pussies. Mostly fueled by tumblr and other social media.

You see people killing themselves and cutting because they thought their life was shit due to tumblr posts complaining about life.

I had enough of a life to tell these people to fuck off.

Let's spread the word! Let's make people aware that these things are not things you want, glorifying them is evil, and to treat people who have had a diagnosis of something like that with respect and extra care.

Let's stop the emos that spread this cancer to the world.