I have a few important things to say:
- Having a mental illness does not excuse you from being an asshole, and it does not free you of the obligation to really apologize and make it up to a person when you have caused them harm.
- You are allowed to terminate a friendship if a…
This is relevant for me, being a person with anxiety and depression, and mostly having friends who deal with the same or issues akin.
(via wavesandmoon)
Reading a webcomic that is describing the last couple years of my life way too accurately. On trying to “cope” with depression:
“The absurdity of working so hard to continue doing something you don’t like can be overwhelming.”
That is exactly my life right now.
Hyperbole and a Half really does have the best comics about depression.
…is that it never really goes away. At least, I don’t think so, from my own experience. True, I am less depressed now than I was, but I still have days of absolute lackluster and I don’t want to do anything but sit and stare at the wall waiting for it to pass. It’s like I forget how to function…
I’ve had pretty much the same experience.
J.K. Rowling (via laurabarton)
So do the Dementors basically have no effect on depressed people or what?
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Laura’s got me thinking.
I consider my depression to be like those Towson days where the sky is really really grey and it looks like it’s going to rain, and it’s kind of windy, and it honestly looks really gross and all you want to do is sit in your bed and be on tumblr.
Some days are good, andit’s kind of warm (or bone-chillingly cold) but either way it doesn’t rain, and you’re glad you gauged the weather correctly and didn’t wear rainboots.
Some days are okay, and it’s drizzling, but you can still totally handle it.
And other days it looks okay, and then you go outside and it starts fucking pouring, and you get thoroughly soaked, and you look like shit, and you could have sworn it wasn’t going to rain because it hadn’t the day before.
And that’s the spectrum. The point is that there aren’t any sunny days. They’re all just bleak and grey and some days are better than others, but they all pretty much suck.
Going out when you’re depressed is like trying to go for a picnic in the rain. Yes you might be able to force yourself to do it, but you’ll come come soggy and uncomfortable wishing you’d never gone out in the first place.
It’s not an incapacity to cope with day to day living in the modern world. It’s an incapacity to function. At all. If you and your loved ones have been spared, every blessing to you. If depression has taken root in you or your loved ones, every blessing to you, too. No one chooses it. No one deserves it. It runs in families, it ruins families. You cannot imagine what it takes to feign normalcy, to show up to work, to make a dentist appointment, to pay bills, to walk your dog, to return library books on time, to keep enough toilet paper on hand, when you are exerting most of your capacity on trying not to kill yourself. Depression is real. Just because you’ve never had it doesn’t make it imaginary. Compassion is also real. And a depressed person may cling desperately to it until they are out of the woods and they may remember your compassion for the rest of their lives as a force greater than their depression. Have a heart. Judge not lest ye be judged. —
(via whammykiss)
I look forward to not feeling like I live in a vacuum because I have so completely suppressed my thoughts and passions in the interests of my sanity.
From my favourite little comic about depression: http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.ca/2011/10/adventures-in-depression.html
No matter how depressed I am, this comic always makes me tear up laughing. Even though my good humour only last for about five minutes, that can be very helpful when my depression seems endless. Also the other stuff on that blog is cool, too.
The Far Side is my favourite comic of probably ever.
Depression is hard and sometimes a seemingly insignificant thing, like being woken up by the sun at 6.45am because your blackout blind’s too small for you window, can remind you that, no matter how hard you try, you fail at everything.
