Talk to someone, please

There is no shame in those fighting mental illness or thoughts of harming or killing themselves.
Stigma sucks.
Slowly, but surely, people are not looking at those battling mental issues as lepers or merely being weak.

Screw them.
Mental illness is a bastard.
It grabs you laughing and taunting you.
"Go ahead. Pull the plug. The world doesn't need a wimpy good-for-nothing you."
I hate that bastard.
I would like to grab him and kicks its little ass.
Stop.
I already do that.
Take your meds. Use mechanisms you learned to cope with the fiend.
Most important. Talk.
Talk to a professional. Talk to family. Talk to someone.
We are not wimps, weak or bad for this world.
We are like everyone else, human.
Bipolar disorder wears you down.
It gives you highs and just as quick pulls you into a steep low.
Sunny days can look like a total solar eclipse.
You can look at the world around you, the people you know and think they are alright even with me gone.
Not true.
They need us as much as we need them.
Together we make things work out.
Mental illness is a bastard.
Talk to someone. They are there to help.
Call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-8255; Spanish 1-800-628-9454; deaf and hard of hearing 1-800-799-4889 or the Crisis Text Line by texting 741741.