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Positivity thread, of a kind
Depression and its attendant crap are like......idk, the most obnoxious possible person in a lecture or group meeting, who won't fucking stop arguing their irrelevant, dubiously factual points louder and louder and don't care what valid, reasonable, compassionate things other people say. I hate that guy.
Idk where I'm going with this? Don't listen to the asshole made of mixed up chemicals inside your brain when they say you're no good, yawl. You're great. I promise there are people who are so proud of you they could burst.
This is weird but I wanted to say it and maybe it'll help someone to hear it.
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(Anonymous) 2016-05-15 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Positivity thread, of a kind
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It’s a little like having an abusive spouse. Only that spouse lives in your head and you have to stand by and defend them because you have nobody else. And again, that’s another function of depression. It isolates you. It makes you feel detached from the world at large, like you don’t belong with other people. And you start to hate anyone who tries to get past the barbed wire, electrified fencing, ten-foot-thick steel walls, gun turrets, and lasers that your abusive head-spouse has set up to keep everyone out so they can have you all to themselves.
Because how dare these people talk bad about your beau. Even when they're metaphorically (and sometimes literally) beating the shit out of you.