Posts tagged with "depression"

It’s all lies anyway…

- Going to college will not get you a good job.

- Getting a masters degree will not make you more money.

- Companies do not reward career loyalty. Staying with the same company makes you subject to promotion and salary caps, until they find someone younger and cheaper anyway.

- Buying a house will not give you security.

- Foreclosure is a myth. Surrender is not accepted. Mortgage companies will delay it indefinitely and trade your debt between them like Pokemon cards.

- There are no nice guys.

- When a girl says she’s attracted to you and wants to have a threesome, she’s really just trying to move in on your man.

- Even with employer health insurance, medical costs will break you.

- Lawsuits take years. Justice is blind and she also has a limp.

- Good work is rewarded with more work.

- Catholic children are at a high risk for becoming neurotic adults.

- Adults don’t have everything figured out; they’ve just been faking it longer.

- There is no reward for being a good person who is nice to everyone. In fact, the opposite is usually true.

- Everyone has an opinion but nobody knows anything. Don’t listen to me.


The darkness of the forest falls away and I feel again the warmth of light through the branches high above. They are friends now, they are shade, thin and changeable and dancing in the breeze. Behind me they are gnarled, sturdy, ever in darkness, each a likely place to hang a noose. But the path stretches onward, circular though it is. It has been plotted, memorized, driven deeper with each turn. The map I draw with shaking hands promises that the wood will come again, but it is also a promise that it will end. The trick is to keep moving, one foot in front of the other. For still the branches whisper of what comes from standing still.

Possible ways to deal with depression and make it through the day:

- Wear a pork-pie hat and sunglasses

- Ask myself WWTD? (What Would Tywin Do?)

- Speak only in an Antivan accent

- Scrawl “UNBOWED. UNBENT. UNBROKEN.” across the wall of my cubicle

- Big boots + pirate strut

- When people ask what’s wrong with me, tell them I drowned in the magical island jacuzzi and was recruited by the Man in Black

- Or that they’ve reached my life model decoy. Leave a message.

- Blow up the Chantry

PMDD is like stumbling into a windowless room and finding yourself trapped in the dark with all the worst parts of yourself. You scream and cry and pound on the walls but you know that the door won’t reappear for days. Then again, maybe this time it won’t. Maybe this time the darkness will finally win.

Can I call in sick of my life?

Good to know that my mental health has deteriorated to the point where I need to be babysat by a chihuahua.

Aw, just kidding. My dog is awesome.

Seriously though, dude, you can trust me to take a shower.

I was making a list of reasons to live and realized it was mostly movie release dates.

May 1

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.

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.



Depression is not a synonym for being sad or having a bad day/bad week.

It’s not a PHASE. It’s not a CHOICE. It’s not LAZINESS.

spread the word guys.

(via general-grievous)

(Source: sherunsfromdarkness)