Anonymous asked: Dear beautiful person, I do not follow you, but I came across you on the selfharm tag. Be strong, I have been where you are! You can do it.
You’re really sweet, thank you kind anon.
Tuesday May 5 @ 11:10am with 0 notes
Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, kind people into zombies who can’t wash a dish or change their socks. It affects the ability to think clearly, to feel anything, to ascribe value to your children, your lifelong passions, your relative good fortune. It scoops out your normal healthy ability to cope with bad days and bad news, and replaces it with an unrecognizable sludge that finds no pleasure, no delight, no point in anything outside of bed. You alienate your friends because you can’t comport yourself socially, you risk your job because you can’t concentrate, you live in moderate squalor because you have no energy to stand up, let alone take out the garbage. You become pathetic and you know it. And you have no capacity to stop the downward plunge. You have no perspective, no emotional reserves, no faith that it will get better. So you feel guilty and ashamed of your inability to deal with life like a regular human, which exacerbates the depression and the isolation. If you’ve never been depressed, thank your lucky stars and back off the folks who take a pill so they can make eye contact with the grocery store cashier. No one on earth would choose the nightmare of depression over an averagely turbulent normal life.
I’m sorry
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Monday May 5 @ 10:59pm with 62,635 notes
It really fucks with me when people joke about cutting and depression.
It’s really not a joke.
I think I’ve found my perfect match.
Sunday May 5 @ 11:08pm with 0 notes
Sunday May 5 @ 11:05pm with 867 notesInstant follow backs and (1) inbox to new followers, message for a promo to 38k!
I don’t know why I feel the way I do all the time. I’m so
Out of balance.
I’m happy then I’m a complete mess.
I really don’t know.
It’s not fun and I really hate myself.
It’s getting harder And harder to control.
A month and a half.
I don’t need it.
I don’t.
