📚 Your Little Traumas

For the last ten years, the obsession with "childhood traumas" hasn't stopped trending in the blogosphere.

Every other person self-diagnoses with ADHD, depression, or anxiety levels of a shaky little Pekingese, making sure to broadcast it to every random soul they meet.

You know, exploiting "mental health" is such a cheap PR stunt. It completely invalidates the real struggles of real people.

As a result, instead of actual help, we get some bored bystander on a hotline who couldn't care less that you're standing on a ledge right now, deciding whether or not to jump.

Everyone is so wrapped up in their own "psyche" that they can’t see what’s happening right under their noses. People go out the window or lay down under a car like a rug, and then their friends scratch their heads, saying: "But she seemed so fine..."

She wasn't fine. Even if she said she was. She wasn't.

If your friend has mentioned "wanting out" even once, spare five minutes a day. Ask how they’re doing. "Everything okay, bro?" ©

Every single day. It doesn't take much time, but for someone, it might be the signal that their real problems actually matter to someone else.

People with real issues don't use their mental health for clout. They spend years treating it on a "swing" system—one step forward, two steps back, over and over again.

They deal with it through meds, therapy, breakdowns, frantic calls to hotlines, and those rare messages to loved ones where every single letter screams "red flag."

Have time to whine to your followers? Spend it on a specialist instead of chasing clout on a tragedy.