#with depression

[stabyou]

anyone else's moods fluctuate such an insane amount that you basically shape shift into different people with different ideals and worldviews + personalities or do i have some other shit going on

[chrismcshell]

northern hemisphere babes we made it to the longest night of the year. we made it. for the next 6 months, every day will give us a little more daylight than the last. let's go. take my hand. climb out of the darkness with me

[pansyfemme]

everytime i hear someone call depression and anxiety ‘destigmatized mental illnesses’ i wonder how they react when they find out someone has spent weeks or months in bed or struggles to shower or eat

[leroleroart]

Depression comic

[ionomycin]

temple at the end of the road

[vibratome]

[closingremarks]

[calamitys-child]

What's everyone's favourite flowers that aren't like. The normal ones. Like everyone's a fan of roses and sunflowers what's a more niche one. One you don't get in gift sets. Mine's sweet peas

[tofumarinado]

it's so funny to me when i see pearl-clutching articles about how "teenagers are diagnosing themselves with mental disorders via tiktok" because like. this is not happening in a vacuum. teenagers are severely and i mean severely medically neglected. i cannot stress this enough. teenagers do not have free access to medical care. those same news outlets would be clowning on women with housewife psychosis in the 1950's.

i sometimes go pale when listening to some of what my friends have gone through in their childhoods and teenagehoods. they talk about it so nonchalantly, things that would be considered straight up torture if done to an adult, can't fathom the effect this has on children. they are on multiple anti-psychotics and several antidepressants and anxiety meds now that they are adults. medical neglect has legally and effectively disabled them. a timely diagnosis and intervention could have saved them. of course teenagers are self-diagnosing using tiktok. if your knee-jerk reaction is to scoff at the idea and dismiss it as dumb teenager shit instead of being radicalized because the best shot young people have at attaining the mental health support they need is a fucking dancing videos app, you're categorically a political enemy of the youth.

[knightofleo]

A former stray very happy to be inside

[bone-stealing-horse]

I feel like shit yippee

I overslept today dad had to drive me to school and he asked me why I seem to have given up on school and why I don't even try to live my own life

I can't tell him it's because I was never planning to be around this long, because I've spent so long lying to therapists and psychologists that I don't want to die, and he's already lost important people to suicide so I can't do that to him.

What the hell am I supposed to do? I don't think my will to live will kick into gear any time soon :/

I have always sought comfort in fictional characters. I could make up some presumption that I don't actually believe, but I won't lie to you like that. I just don't think I can love people the way I love that which is not real. I came close to love, but I wouldn't call what I feel for my friends proper love. I love them more like I love the idea of something unattainable. I can't ever properly explain it no matter how hard I try. It's like how you love fire. It's beautiful, it's every shifting, I want nothing more than to hold it close to me, but it is ultimately fleeting and I'll be left in the cold again some day. I keep riding sticks in the fire, I want it to stay longer than the others. I like this one. Every time a fire burns out, I find a new one and love it more than before, so maybe it will stay burning.

In pain, in my tired and unhappy state today, with my head swimming, I tried to focus on the conversation, but my mind went to a character, like it always does. I was in distress and, like always, something in the back of my mind said safety would be delivered from someone that doesn't exist, not friends, not family, but in an anime character who would never love me.

If you listen to Again & Again by the bird and the bee, maybe you'll understand where I'm at mentally. It's not about the meaning behind the lyrics, just the feeling. I hope you get it.

There's so much more I could write but I'm getting tired of writing and the feeling will go away soon and then I won't post this so I'm going to post it before I can change my mind and invalidate myself and tell myself I'm fine.

I'm also already reluctant to post this because last time I posted my unfiltered feelings, my best friend cried. I don't want that. I don't want to be serious. Please. Please don't make me be serious.

Also just so we're clear I do not EVER under ANY circumstances want to speak about this shit in person, behind a screen I feel safe, and I won't go silent as a defense mechanism like I do in person

[madpunks]

we are so ableist about memory. people with good memory take for granted the fact that they can recall as much as they can, and use that to taunt, guilt and threaten people with memory issues. many neurotypes and mental illnesses cause memory lapses. traumatic brain injuries can cause memory lapses. brain cancer can cause memory lapses.

even if your memory is good, it's not right to guilt someone because they can't remember something. trust me, people with memory problems are desperately trying to remember: it's just that we literally can't. it is a very literal "i can't remember".

[stil-lindigo]

lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)

if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.

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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.

I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.

I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.

If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.

[neuroticboyfriend]

chronic fatigue from mental illness and neurodivergency isn't something you can just will your way out of. your nervous system is part of your body. your brain is an organ. the fatigue is real. you're not lazy. so be kinder to yourself. be gentler with your bodymind.

[wordswithkittywitch]

"I don't want to see anyone blaming abstaining voters for this!"

Of course you don't. The entire idea of abstaining was that you could pretend this didn't involve you. Not getting blamed was more important to you than doing any kind of damage control, more important than protecting any of the people you said you wanted to protect. And in this moment, I don't really care what you want. Of course, this isn't entirely your fault. Of course other people made this worse. But if you're going to pretend you had nothing to do with this, forgive me if I ignore you.