Realizing the depression is not seasonal is like: Wow! What a beautiful flower! The birds are singing! I sure do love spring! I think I am fundamentally unlovable as a person.

why are you as two blonde people dating

ever since i was a little girl i knew i was doomed to take things too seriously and think about them forever

grief is saying ‘I want to go home’ whilst sitting in my living room

they say "i wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy" and it's some shit i would wish on the 47th person down on my enemy list. im starting to think some of you don't have real enemies

hard to swallow pills dot jpg. the reason people don’t like when you infodump about your uwu favorite things isn’t because they don’t like hearing about deep sea ecosystems or anime blorbos or whatever it may be. it’s because talking /at/ someone is selfish. have you asked the other person any questions? do you care what they have to say? would you willingly listen to them infodump the same way or would you (be honest) stand there and wait for your turn to talk? people not responding well to your tedtalk on the thing you like isn’t because they’re normies who hate ‘nerd stuff’, it’s because you have substituted conversation for verbal masturbation. hope this helps

I wish depression were an emergency. I wish someone could take one look at how sick I am and go “oh my god, we need to get you to a hospital!” and then when we get there I get rushed into surgery and the surgeons say “it’s a good thing you brought her here when you did, this is a seriously advanced case” and then they put me under and spend the next ten hours pulling metres of long, sticky black strands of gunk out of my body, throwing it immediately into an incinerator so that it can’t infect anyone else. And then they could stitch me back up and I could rest a few days, and when I leave the hospital everyone can see how much better I am and they congratulate me saying “well done, you’ve been so brave, I’m so glad you’re ok. I love you.”

feels like im always recovering. when do i get to live

what do you mean my childhood affected me