I probably am being unreasonable but this is the 5th time I've seen this since 1st January.
"I suffer from depression and panic attacks..." You've probably had the same copied and pasted Facebook post.
Fuck. Off.
I was diagnosed with depression in 1999 at the age of 21. With many lows and highs, culminating in me destroying the living room on a high, failing miserably and then going on a 'walk', barefoot, no coat, in the snow in November, with the intention of going into the river to drown, I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and borderline personality disorder in 2012. I've told a few people; H knows (obviously), my father and stepmother know, as do my in-laws.
The thing that really boils my urine are the people whom I considered good friends, with whom I've been open and honest about my diagnosis who were then nowhere to be seen. Party invitations stopped. Nights out stopped. Previously frequent conversations by email and social media stopped.
I'm still me. I just have a wonky brain, as I tell my children.
Depression isn't glamorous. It's not pleasant to live with, and I've found to my cost that telling people you have a mental illness results in isolation.
Stop making light of mental health difficulties just for likes.