Someone asked me the other day if I felt that I/we were exploiting people suffering from bad MH. I had spoons that day so I said...

I WAS THERE! I've stayed in bed for weeks at a time. I've not eaten for days. I've locked myself away from everyone. Ignored calls. Felt the weight pushing down on my chest. I have the mental, emotional and physical scars. I've seen loved ones be sectioned. I've saved people from suicide. I've failed to save people from suicide. I've lived it. I was there. I wear these shirts to show people who are not yet strong enough that there is hope and that I am right there with them. Every time I get a knowing nod or a positive comment about what I'm wearing I know we're doing the right thing. We make them for others to wear and show support, and to provoke conversation.

Honestly, looking back at the whole situation I think she might have been joking. Whoopsie. Sorry bout that. Sensitive subject.