"I wish I could trade places with you"

Really now?

You want to be poor? You want to live in a dump? You do realize I spend all my time feeling empty, too, right? That I often lie in bed in the middle of the night either unable to stop crying or unable to cry even though I want to? And don't get me started on my dental problems that I can't afford to fix. And god knows I can never catch the free truck that drives around because I have a million and one other things I need to do. Don't forget that I successfully pushed most of my friends away years ago, and so now I get to spend every day home alone with a family that would rather pretend my depression doesn't exist. Of course, there's my plethora of other problems. Low self esteem. Poor diet (lack thereof, recently, I should say). Self harm. Social awkwardness that has progressed to anxiety. Gender identity problems (contributes to the low self esteem).

I know depression hurts. I get it. But. Never. Never. NEVER tell someone else who suffers any kind of mental illness that you'd like to be them.

That is a big no-no.

(Obviously not directed at anyone here. Just a small rant. Because heaven knows I'm not confrontational enough to say it to anything other than this white box)