This boy "Dana" is misinformed about mental health. I have both personal and professional experience with mental health crises (as a paramedic), so I think I qualify as an SME. Here's something to think about next time he wants to talk about "weakness".
Paramedic school is an interesting experience. After a gruelling in-class component with a high failure rate, they send you into the real world for about a month of "training" as a student. Students are in charge of every call, every scene, and are expected to be first through every door. Everything you say is picked apart, every decision is questioned, and every choice judged (silently, if you chose right). Your judgement committee has decades of experience and training, there are no arguments.
That was the environment I found myself in on the second day of my student practicum, when my crew was dispatched to a "child down in road". We were on scene for 5 minutes and 13 seconds. We were at the hospital less than 15 minutes later. By the time the hospital's trauma team ended resuscitation efforts an hour later, I thought I was out of tears.
I was wrong. It took a month of tears and therapy before I could put the uniform on again. When I did, I struggled. A lot. I was pretty sure my preceptors (the professional medics you're assigned to) were going to end my career. Everything was terrifying, when it used to be exciting. A good day meant only crying on the drive to work, instead of both ways. I couldn't hide it from my wife if I wanted to.
I passed. Yay! Then, suddenly, social situations started causing crazy anxiety. Would I have to tell everyone the terrible stories that haunt my dreams? What if no one cares? What if they DO care and now I've given them ptsd??
Today, I'm just ok. This may be as good as it gets, I may never be "good" again. But, I chose this path. Had I chosen Dana's, I would be dead. The only way to deal with the horrors is to talk about them. The ONLY way to recover is to be vulnerable.