Ugh, just read it again. “So depressed today”
Oh really? Really? No you daft prick, you’re not depressed “today”. It’s not a one time thing. It’s not something that attacks that quickly and acutely.
Depression is a fucking insidious disease that lives inside you. All the goddamn time. It colours hope grey and despair a darker shade. It taints everything. It takes away….everything.
Depressing is a crushing, immovable force that won’t go away tomorrow, or after a pizza, or a drink or an orgasm. Depression just is. It’s just there.
Depression is a cancer. It should be treated as such. If your bones ache with ‘flu you wouldn’t say you had bone cancer would you?!
Here : Depression is more than simply feeling unhappy or fed up for a few days. We all go through spells of feeling down, but when you’re depressed you feel persistently sad for weeks or months, rather than just a few days. Some people still think that depression is trivial and not a genuine health condition. They’re wrong. Depression is a real illness with real symptoms, and it’s not a sign of weakness or something you can “snap out of” by “pulling yourself together”.
So you social media positive affirmation searchers, stop it. You are not depressed if its just because Ben dumped you for Louisa and then got into bed with Luke. Or because Urban Decay discontinued your favorite primer (for reals this is shit though!).
If you’re depressed because even waking up feels like a fucking chore, as does feeding yourself, taking care of your personal hygiene. Then generally, you say you’re “low” or “having a bad day”. I’m strong enough now to term it as “I’m ill”…because living with B.P.D and the subsequent invader that is depression, I know what it is to be “depressed” and the difference from that to “feeling sad”. Feeling sad, is good! This is good. Depressed….well I combat that with a daily cocktail of drugs and wouldn’t wish it on any one.
So stop with the fucking “I’m depressed” posts unless you really really are depressed. In which case stop it any way, and go to a fucking doctor for treatment. And get yourself out the house, and off your smart(dumb)phone, away from the idiots lantern. And explore your world.
If you’re doing it for attention? Show your tits. Everyone likes tits. And trust me, its better to be seen as a floozy than as a weak, incapable, attention seeking (that came direct from a family member!), loser, who’s pathetic and shouldn’t be allowed to breed.