For the past couple of weeks, mental health has been on the worse end. Dealing with college, work, financial bullshit, self-love, friendships, etc. has utterly exhausted me mentally to the point where it's so hard to even get out of bed for my 2 p.m. class.

Writing this article is even taking so much out of me, but I want to share my story and an opinion that may be unpopular, but needs to be discussed.

March 1st is University Mental Health Day, so I thought it would be fitting to bring this topic to the forefront.

Let me start out by saying this: No part of having a mental illness is beautiful. It's a disease just like cancer, diabetes, lupus, heart disease, etc. So many people are suffering from mental illnesses every day all around us, and it's not being taken seriously.

It's not a disease that a CT scan can see. It's not something that a blood test can be done for. It's not something you can see. It is a disease none-the-less.

Mental illnesses are mostly either caused by a chemical imbalance in the brain or from a traumatic experience. There is something physically wrong in our brain that is causing our brain to think and react against our own wellbeing.

So I am tired of people trying to find something beautiful in depression, anxiety, suicide, PTSD, bipolar disorder, borderline personality disorder, schizophrenia, etc. I'm tired of people turning these diseases into something fashionable or aesthetically pleasing.

There is nothing beautiful about not being able to get out of bed because you have literally no motivation to do anything for yourself.

There is nothing beautiful about having a panic attack.

There is nothing beautiful about wanting to do nothing but die.

There is nothing beautiful about being triggered.

There is nothing beautiful about hearing things that aren't there.

There is nothing beautiful about starving yourself.

There is nothing beautiful about having any mental illness. It is pain. It is exhausting. It is your brain rebelling against itself.

Please stop trying to make something beautiful out of our misery. This is the only way that people will start taking our illnesses seriously.