My two cents on the way we treat people with a mental disorder

As a society, we (usually) look down on people suffering from mental disorders. We expect them to heal, get fixed, get help, be brave, and fight the troubles. And we call them weak when they fail. But the truth of the matter is, like the frog in the boiling water, humans usually don’t see how bad they are falling. I wanna discuss a few mental disorders to prove my point. Depression is one of the most common mental disorders out there. It’s something we can carry our whole life, since birth, or something we experience way down in our lives, even when we are in our 30s or 40s. And I bet the person suffering from it clearly knows there is something wrong with them. But, getting help is not as accessible as people think, and furthermore, getting the right help is much easier said than done. Sometimes the root of the problem can be traced 20 or 30 years back in their childhood, caused by a traumatic experience which the conscious brain can’t even remember, or it could be due to external factors who left a mark so big that has changed the entire view of the person about how life should be. Just imagine for a second growing up in a family with one (or even two) emotionally immature parents. How can you expect this person to know what emotional maturity even is? Take someone with Anxiety, imagine the stress, the pressure, the pain, this person has to go through every day. Every second of life feels like a battle, mostly lost. How can you expect a person who has lived with such conditions for years and years to know what NORMAL even is? People who come out of abuse, physical, sexual, emotional, or psychological, have not committed any crime, they are the victim. They need to be treated like a precious, fragile vase instead of being blamed (or pitied) for what they have gone through.