Hyperbole and a Half posted again, and everyone needs to read it because:
- If you are depressed, it will resonate with you like whoa.
- If you are not depressed, it will clarify some stereotypes about depression that need to be said. An explanation like this has been needed for a LONG time.
- If you know someone who is depressed, you’ll be better at interacting with them after reading this.
Also worth stating that Allie’s experience with depression is not the One True Way to experience depression, but it’s very common and it resonates with me and also she makes me laugh SO HARD no matter what she’s writing/drawing about.
it feels like being slammed against a brick wall so that everything inside you just hurts, and you can’t fix it. You literally cannot move from your bed, even though you know that you should want to get up and do something, but there is no desire there. It feels like dread, pure and unadulterated knowledge, that something very bad is about to happen. It is about coming out of depressive episodes and feeling like you don’t even deserve life because you waste the life you do have. living with chronic severe depression has in many ways ruined my life.
but, no, I’m just too lazy to talk myself out of it
Craig Ferguson on Tom Cruise attacking Brooke Shields for using anti-depressants to fight Post-Partum Depression. (via themarriageofadeadblogsing)
Craig Ferguson is my patronus, I swear.
I wish people understood this. Sigh.
Oh wow, I so agree. You’d never tell someone with cancer to “snap out of it, it’s just cancer.” So why do people do that with depression?
Always reblog because YES.
always reblog. you just don’t walk away and get over Depression, Anxiety or any other mental health issue. It stays. For LIFE. The crutch is so you don’t fall on your face every time you try to do anything, and you learn to get better at living with it. Maybe sometimes you don’t need the crutch, but that doesn’t mean that you’ve “gotten better”. So fuck you Tom Cruise, and anyone else who doesn’t get this.
Never not reblog.
Made me smile to see this on my dash again. Always, always reblog.
I don’t think some of you understand depression. So many people throw around the word, just to say that they’re sad. But telling someone who is actually diagnosed with depression to “cheer up,” it’s just ignorant. Do you know what it feels like to lose all hope in everything? To hate everything you once loved? To feel like you’re completely alone, even when you’re surrounded by people? To be so mentally and physically exhausted all the time that you literally can’t find the motivation to move? To be so broken down that you constantly tell yourself that you’d rather be dead? That the only thing stopping you from killing or hurting yourself is your lack of motivation? To have literally everything that once held you together fall apart in front of your eyes? To feel like you’re drowning in your own sadness? To feel a disgusting sadness that never leaves you? To feel that there’s no escape from this feeling, that you’re trapped inside your own twisted mind? To fear your own thoughts, because those are what destroy you? To feel like you don’t even have the strength to make it through the rest of the day, let alone wake up and do it all over again the next day? To have people quit asking you what’s wrong, because they don’t understand how messed up you are, and quite frankly they don’t care? To hate yourself and everything you’ve become? To feel like you’ve lost control of your own life? To know the only one hurting you is yourself? Don’t tell me to just stop being sad, like it’s just some switch that I can flip on and off. Depression is so much more than that. Think before you tell me to “cheer up.”
Because there’s no point in talking…
It never fixes anything.
And I don’t want to bring you down any further,
Than I already have…
Sometimes there’s point in talking just to cope with how you’re feeling. There are people out there who will listen, who you don’t have to worry about bringing down.