You know you're sick when instead of wishing for health, you start wishing for different types of illness.
The one with anorexia wishes they had bulimia so at least they could taste food again.
The one with bulimia wishes they had binge eating disorder so they didn't have to purge.
The one with borderline personality disorder wishes they had bipolar because it's better understood.
The one with bipolar wishes they had depression because the manic episodes scare them.
The one with depression wishes they had heart disease, because then at least it would be a physical illness.
The one with heart disease wishes they had breast cancer, they can live without a breast but not without a heart.
It's easy to romanticize different types of hell, and the grass always seems greener on the other side. But remember that no matter the type, hell still burns.