To the man who says depression is fake and actually believes it. You know who you are. Hi, my name is Nate, we haven’t met or maybe we did. There’s so many of you screaming in my ears that I might not have heard you. My ears aren’t what they used to be, but I still know hate when I hear it. I’m not deaf to your ignorance, I just chose to ignore it. You were raised in a world where mental illness lies with dementia and Alzheimer’s, but while my grandparents were dying of those I did not see you. I did not hear your concern then or your support to see them well again. If their lives meant little to you then, then explain to me why you are now so concerned with the mental illness that plagues others who are dear to me? Is it because you needed someone to hurt today? Did you not quench your thirst for offensiveness with all the Facebook posts that you have poured across the internet? Perhaps if you spent more time drinking clean water your mind wouldn’t be so clouded. They say if you don’t have anything nice to say then don’t speak at all, but you know our first amendment offers a freedom of speech. A freedom given to all people to speak their truth even if that truth is fake to you. The brains scans don’t lie where Facebook posts do and suicide counts keep increasing, perhaps because of people like you.