You were the best antidepressant I could ever ask for.
Yo, romanticizing mental illness isn’t cool. You can’t cure someone with your love and affection no matter how hard you try. The presence of someone else isn’t going to fix you if you are really, truly sick. There is not a single person in this world who can just magically put all your pieces back together. Seek help from someone who understands the chemical imbalances in your brain rather than throwing around the word “antidepressant” when you’re just sad. Depression isn’t a synonym for sad.
“When 12-year-old girls are watching something like the CW’s long-running campy drama One Tree Hill (which aired from 2003-2012), in which actors like 25-year-old Hilarie Burton played 17-year-old cheerleader Peyton Sawyer, they’re not seeing an accurate portrayal of their future on screen. They’re seeing a glamorized vision of some executive’s idealized version of high school instead. When a real 16-year-old cheerleader flips on the CW and sees fellow pompom shakers who look like Burton or costar Sophia Bush, also well beyond her high school years, they’re looking at themselves at wondering why they don’t look like that in their uniform. Here’s the secret: they didn’t when they were 16, either.”—