Because there was a time when I would have rather die than admit I had a mental illness.
Because I’ve had people telling me I was lazy because I couldn’t get out of bed on a bad day.
Because unfortunately, we live in a world where if you break your arm, everyone runs over to sign your cast. But if you tell people you’re depressed, everyone runs the other way. That’s the stigma.
Kevin Breel: Confessions of a Depressed Comic