I hate when people treat me like I am unable to care for myself, my own parents do it to me, and I have a "friend" (not much of a friend really, but still tries to act like she is) that think because I am bipolar II and have PTSD that I will never be able to function in day to day situations.

It makes me angry, I am more than capable of taking care of myself, of functioning.

I also hate it when people treat me like I'm contagious, like if they get to close to me they are going to become "crazy"

I"m a human being just like anyone else, I hurt the same, I bleed the same, I live and breathe the same as anyone else, I just have a mental illness.

I hate when people walk around me like they are walking on eggshells

I am not stupid, I am not making up things in my head, when I cry for help it is because I need it, not because I'm "mentally ill"

I'm open about my diganoises (excpet the PTSD because people have an awful habit of asking what happend to cause it) I don't feel I should have to hide because people can't get past their own ignorant beliefs.

I'm a human, we all are, now if only the world could see that,