Well, actually I don’t mind if you ask me why because there a lot of reasons before I get down to the “i don’t fucking know anymore” part, and so long as I know you, we have a rapport, you are not a motherfucking stranger popping out of the blue to point a finger at me and ask “what is wrong with this creature,” I doubt I’ll mind it. What you actually should resolve to never, ever, EVER, ever, e v e r do is this:
Tell me it’s just in my head, or that I’m making it up, or that I’m imagining it, or that I can “just get over it”, or that “it gets better, really,” or the always lovely “I had a friend that was depressed and they didn’t do the things you do/got better/got better, so why haven’t you” thing like there aren’t a million different ways shit like this can manifest and of course we depressed peeps go around with signs on our backs saying “hey everybody the insides of my brain are different than some of you peeps’!” jfc.
I also don’t know if I’d say “depression is a straightforward response to a bad situation” ‘cause my depression is not straightforward at all and it can be triggered by any sort of situation (a lot of the time I get depressed when things are quiet and there’s no one around I can talk to to get my mind off shit) but maybe that’s just me, and hey at least this guy is trying here which is more than I can say for a lot of people.
Excuse my language. I swear when things get me riled up and sure as hell nothing is going to get me more on fire than the state of my brain. And that is, as always, fraked.
But yeah it’d be nice if you’d be my friend instead of my judge, jury, and executioner kaythnx.
(Source: mentalillnessmouse, via ghostthane)