Better Off Dead

(Warning: this post may be triggering or it may make you as angry as I feel.)

In the last couple of days I have been saturated, flooded — choked — by the toxic words of people, both online and offline. The prevailing thought that echoes in my mind is the voice of an older man who told a younger woman that all of us mentally ill people were better off killing ourselves quietly, so that we’d stop being a nuisance to good people — like them. Good people. Like them. This man thought himself a good person.

Unlike the last time I found myself in a disgusting situation like this, I didn’t say anything. The reason why I didn’t say is anything is because I know myself. I know when I won’t be able to keep control and end up proving the stigma right; that all mentally ill people are…