When, just like me, all their person probably wanted was just a small gesture of "Hey, I'm here, I like you/I love you, and I'm not going anywhere, so here's some chocolate, and a bouquet of flowers, let's Netflix and chill." Okay, maybe not the last part. But then again, probably the last part.
I used to be afraid to talk about my mental illness. I'm not anymore. I don't know if it's that I've grown stronger as I got older, but I know now that you need to share your story. You need to be able to open up, and let anyone - everyone - know that they're not alone.