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#depression is a hell of a drug
wilting-soul · 1 year
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I want to be hit
I always got hit when i messed up as a kid. Now I feel like all I do is fuck up. I feel like I deserve to be hit, to be beaten bloody. Like i need to be hit, screamed at.
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For I was so enamored and devoted to you, the devil instead focused on deviating me from your path.
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simpscripts · 3 months
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I’m writing again! Slowly and hesitantly, but I am trying.
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pelgraine · 8 months
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apologies to anyone who may have been patiently waiting for writing updates
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magisdiary · 6 months
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Seasonal depression sucks send post
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hershey-the-person · 8 months
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"longest river in the world?"
my tears.
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dhawanmasters · 9 months
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for some reason, reading people's takes on the barbie movie keep reminding me of my insurrmountable self-loathing and how it being a universal feeling makes it worse somehow? and i know that's the opposite of the point but i don't wanna see it and prove myself wrong and now i have the most rancid vibes on earth lmao
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barefootbaltimore · 7 months
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My partner had to audacity to suggest I'm going through a depressive episode. And like SURE i haven't kept up on basic care tasks, and have been doing the bare minimum for my animals, and have been in bed for days, and am not eating or drinking , and am crying a lot, and feel like life is pointless BUT THAT DOESNT GIVE THEM THE RIGHT
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m--bloop · 8 months
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arhahrshraaaaaaaagg
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torterracotta · 1 year
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man
I try not to define myself exclusively by the shit media i'm into but my complete inability to enjoy or engage in any of the shit i used for distractions over the past month or two has not been helping the depression
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I realise now that I feel everything too deeply. My emotions, my actions, my thoughts are all deeply entwined that everything little thing done around me, that seems like nothing to others, is deeply influential.
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Just like how I regret it
The time I used to wish
My fingers wrapped
Praying to be precise
Those days I wished I was like her
In the movies
Crying but suffocating
With the depression and Anxiety
The time I thought being ill up there was some type of pride not prejudice
Now, I cry my self to sleep
And flinch when in contact with someone I should consider family
Using a razor to remind myself of all my wrongs
Never once did I think it would be like this
This wasn't the aesthetic I or you wished for
That I even stopped wishing for
So, stop romancizing it
I'll give you mine if you want it
But you'll surely come to regret it...
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agirlneedsgoals · 2 years
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I'm in Sad Panda Mode and have therefore not engaged with notifications of any kind on any social media. And email. So. There's that. If you were talking to me and I disappeared on you, I'm sorry. I still want to talk to you, I just can't right now.
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toasteaa · 2 years
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saltynaboola · 2 years
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Depression is a bitch…
I was doing fine for a while and able to push things away. Recently there were things that made me feel down but I pushed them away, until today when I had to move my makeup from one place to another quickly and accidentally broke a few of my eyeshadows in my new pallet that I bought myself for my birthday. It seems so silly that that was my breaking point, but it was. I like the colors in that pallet and I spent decent money on it so of course I’m going to be upset. But all the things that I’ve been pushing away resurfaced too so now I’m a depresso espresso. I just don’t want to do anything, nothing sounds fun or exciting. I just want to lay in bed and not do anything. I hope this episode ends soon, I want to want to do things. My boyfriend got me Starbucks though which is really sweet of him. Starbucks does make things a little better🖤 I don’t know why I’m posting this other than maybe other people can relate
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Since my mid-twenties I’ve had a hard time with movies that depict real life violence—movies about war, genocide, torture, rape. And I used to feel guilty that I didn’t watch a lot of serious and important films… like somehow it meant I wasn’t intellectual enough.
But now I’m old and every day the world is on fire and people are dying of preventable causes and having their lives made worse by people with no empathy, and what I want from my movies and shows is to escape for a few blissful hours before returning to the fight. It doesn’t even have to be good if it’s got some good fight choreography and costumes. If I want to sob my way through a superhero movie instead, so what? I’ve stopped feeling guilty about it.
I’m glad serious and important films are being made, that people’s stories get told to a wider audience than they might otherwise. (And you should see those films if it makes you happy!) But me not seeing those films doesn’t make me anti-intellectual, it just means I have enough dopamine to keep me going to do the work we all need to do in real life of keeping each other safe.
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