Instinctively, I wanted to take it upon myself to help him, to tell him it was going to be okay, to tell him not to do it. He reached out to me, so it was my responsibility, right?
Do antidepressants really work? The jury is still out on this.
We can’t let it be the elephant in the room. Because it will still sit there, taking up space, whether or not we ignore it.
We are flawed if we think we know ourselves one hundred percent.
Pandemonium spreads inside of me. My platelets drag race in my veins. My stomach lassos itself to my heels. My synapses grow tacky and my thoughts stick to them.
If you don’t want your relationship to be making you depressed (and who would?), then pay attention to these signs.
They don’t show the signs and they may not necessarily speak of them but when they feel helpless and hopeless, their life feels like a dark void that they just seem to keep slipping into, when they see no end and when they are more than convinced to succumb to the mental drainage that they feel at any given occasion, it’s not beautiful.
It’s my own fault that I feel this way. I could choose to change my attitude whenever I want to! That’s my problem… I’m choosing to feel like this; I’m choosing to be sad, right?
This is not swallowing cyanide pills in the form of self doubt and sabotage.
I can name so many good things about myself.