I wish
I wish people could express themselves without fear. Like you could go up to someone you’ve been thinking about for weeks on end and just say “Hi, I like you” fearlessly. You could go up to your parents and say “YOLO” and leave for the night. Why are we so fearful, why is everything a secret that constantly burns inside of us, until finally we explode on the undeserving.
Why suffer the torture, why keep yourself closed off from the rest of society. If you have a problem, tell someone. If they can’t handle it or don’t respect you, remove them from your life. You don’t have time for people that bring you down, for leaches. This is your one and only life, why not make it the best you possibly can have. Have the respect for yourself to do what is right for yourself.
If you have a secret, share it. Use it to help someone you know, change a life. Don’t let it waste away inside of you, share a piece of yourself with everyone. Make a imprint in someone else’s life. Allow others to hear your story, and respect you and the person that everything has made you become.
Be who you are, open up, express. Do one thing a day that scares you. Live life to the fullest. Change a life. Change your life.
“ 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.
EVERYONE NEEDS TO READ THIS.
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.
(via uries)
Fucking this.
(Source: sherunsfromdarkness)
