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.
Depression is humiliating.
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.
Depression is humiliating.
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.
just in case anyone was confused about how their relationship went
When you crack your knuckles you hurt the skeleton inside you
Good, the skeleton needs to know that I am the alpha and I am in control.
Break your own bones to establish dominance over skeleton.
hey, you can’t talk to my grandson like that someone oughta put you in a mental hospital
SOMEONE SHOULD PUT YOU IN A BOX FLOATING DOWN THE RIVER, GRANDMA
you’re probably right
asexuals will win the skeleton war because we won’t be distracted by anyone’s bone titties
people who feel comfortable pooping anywhere other than their house are not to be trifled with
has anyone seen recent pictures of aly and aj bc like
People often think of fire as a destructive force, and it can be. But fire also rejuvenates the land. Many grasses have evolved root systems that survive fires so they can be renewed, and some trees and other plants have seeds that only germinate after a fire has come through. Plus fires clean out old dead wood and other debris, making it easier for fresh plant life to grow.
It’s like a picture of the tide coming in, somewhere in the Elemental Chaos.
Mel Brooks wore a prosthetic sixth finger while leaving his hand prints on the Hollywood Walk of Fame yesterday.
IS BEING HYDRATED REALLY WORTH ALL THIS PEEING?