#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

[jikangairodo]

& continued

Restless in his pursuit of sleep, Kento tosses and turns in bed. The nightmares have left him gaunt, sleep-deprived, sporting bloodshot eyes and matching eye bags. Frustrated, he sighs and reluctantly gets up, heading to the common room for a some water. Expecting solitude at this hour, he’s surprised to find another student sprawled on the worn-out couch.

Initially, Kento had no intention of disturbing Shigeo, prioritising the value of any sleep he can get. Even if it’s bound to lead to a sore back and a crick in the neck the following day. That changes abruptly when a sound reaches his ears, causing all the dormant parts of his heart to constrict in sympathy.

After waking his underclassman, Kento steps back, his expression carefully blank. “It’s alright,” he says, voice slightly hoarse. When asked about the time, Kento pats the pockets of his sweats for his phone, and comes up empty. “Late,” he answers unhelpfully, with a light shrug. Yawning, he ambles to the nearby cooler to fill a cup of water for himself. After downing it in its entirety, he returns with a cup for Shigeo, nudging it into his hand.

“If you want to talk about it...” It’s not an offer he extends often, and he doubts Shigeo will take him up on it, given his reserved nature, but that’s okay. These days, Kento struggles to muster the capacity to truly listen. He turns his fading attention away, rummaging through the cupboards, and retrieves an old throw. Settling into an adjacent armchair, he leans back, eyes closed in another attempt to find rest. “You’ll sleep more comfortably in your room.”

@kimuromou

[fandomsleaveuemotionallyscarred]

That hilarious moment when the walls you put up to protect yourself from getting hurt ever again also hurts your ability to connect with other people because the walls are still in up even though you love and care about them but you will never let them know because eventually they will leave you so you have to be prepared for that eventuality and the only way to do is to keep the walls up and your foot already by the door because you can't hurt me if by leaving if I walk away first hahahahahahhahahahahahahahaha

I think I need help.......

[leroleroart]

Depression comic

[ionomycin]

temple at the end of the road

[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

[chessentans]

Chappell Roan really was like "I won't endorse Harris because of the continuing genocide and the fact that the Democrats aren't protecting trans people. I am voting for Harris but won't endorse. You should expect more from your politicians and that's what I want before I endorse anyone" and got absolutely insane amounts of hatred and vitriol for that not only normal, but morally righteous take. And then because of aforementioned insane amounts of hate had to cancel shows due to mental health and then got MORE HATE. Like wow! Starting to think you don't want principled and authentic celebrities, don't care about women's feelings, and don't understand how mental illness affects people! It will entirely be entitled fans fault if she steps back forever from releasing music

[closingremarks]

[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

[lexapro-princess]

[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

[vibratome]

[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