It’s the isolation of confiding your feelings to someone you trust and being met with “Well, can’t you just try harder to feel better?”
In general, there seems to be this pervasive opinion that depression consists of tears, tissues, and sad music.
I’m only writing this in response to another article written by a TC member who said that the show is “Pretty Much Bullshit.” Yeah, it is, if you have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about.
I sit down to write an essay and I delete every word. My brain has been a trash bag lately.
She’ll always feel so much even with so little.
Depression, you don’t scare me. The crying until your eyes are rubbed raw? Been there. The pain so intense inside you feel you may break? Done that. The mid-day loneliness of hours with too many thoughts and too little to do? What’s else is new. I’m no stranger to pain.
14. When lying in bed remembering past embarrassments.
It is through your love and acceptance they are reminded to love themselves.
I died on the day of his funeral. My soul went away.
You become a light for others because you know what it’s like to be in that deep.