Madison|29|USA @imafraidoftomorrow - Tumblr Blog

The way that depression slowly makes everything you love feel like stale bread until you forget what it was like to live any other way. Any other way feels like a vague dream you had a decade ago and the aftertaste is barely lingering now. The person I was is a distant friend I lost contact with but I can't even remember when we stopped talking. My body is here in the now but I think I'm somewhere else and I'm forgetting who I am at all.

fangthroat

target

sa-dnesss

and just like that, I’m back in the same place I fought so hard to get out of

drawnsnake

Those beasts called Depression and Epilepsy (for the time being)

luna-azzurra

Depression in fiction is almost always written as sadness. Crying, staring out windows, saying bleak things. And sometimes it is that. But a lot of the time it's nothing. It's your character doing the dishes and feeling nothing about the dishes or anything else. It's getting through a day that should have feeling in it and finding only flatness. It's laughing at a joke and noticing you laughed and feeling separate from the laugh. That grey numb version is harder to write and so much more true. Try that one.

Supposed to be the happiest time of my life, and yet everything is falling spectacularly apart. I don't know what the fuck to do.

deanwinchesterapologist

just found out you can do more than one thing each day. i was just doing the one

tuckyourshirt

this literally isn't true please stop spreading lies

saltsoaaa

nightquotes

“There is a loneliness that exists even in crowded rooms, when no one understands the chaos inside you and you smile just to survive the moment.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald