I think it's just the opinion of a person who knows nothing about life and has never been in a situation like people struggling with mental issues. I created twitter for this, to write about myself and keep my head safe, but now I am reading, which makes me sad. Thinking of returning to a paper diary.
My own father, who didn't live with us—and now I understand why—told me that my problems were all made up and that hard work would fix me.
Ignorance people happen and they will never end.