i get home from school

bpdsnek:

moods: swinging

friends: who

urges: rising

i forcibly remove myself from home by dissociation

idk about anyone else but it was and still is a revelation to think that even if i am a reserved awkward not very emotive weirdo that’s okay

it’s okay to not be a happy fun bright person that everyone likes and has energy and whatever

it’s okay if i’m not that person

jadethefirefox:

shigod:

Why didn’t I think of that asshole

when people try to tell you to get over your metal illness

anguox:

The reason depression is literally the worst is not because of the soul-crushing sadness or the wanting to kill yourself or the self harm or all the violent and extreme emotions that come with dealing with this particular mental handicap.
It’s the long and painful stretches of days of weeks of months where you’re not really depressed, but you kind of just exist. The time you spend sitting in bed aimlessly browsing the Internet instead of finishing that video game you thought was fun or going out with a friend to see a movie or getting up and doing your laundry. You exist, and it’s okay, but you’re not really sure why. You’re not doing anything productive when you have all the time in the world to be doing it. You feel like you’re missing out on life, but at the same time you feel that it doesn’t really matter. That’s the worst kind of depression.

andhumanslovedstories:

You can test how depressed you are by the degree to which this seems like a threat

assetbucky:

If you’re prioritizing your own mental health above school I’m proud of you and happy you’re doing that

jwstudying:

the truth

boredpd:

me, sitting in my room drowning in rubbish, staring at one spot and not doing anything just feeling numb and lowkey suicidal: what if i faked being mentally ill

jumpingjacktrash:

me too

spring in the middle of february and i don’t know how to feel

it pisses me off that i might be or someone implies that i’m one of those soft tender people who feel a lot of things all the time and have thin skin and cry over relatively unserious things

ive spent a lot of time being a person who can take a lot of shit and be an immovable object when it comes to things

i dont want that to all be just my depression or trauma goddamnit

leave me alone and let me be my weird self stop trying to fix me or make me the person i was when i was a little kid

i’m not fucking broken