Clawing and scratching my way out of the trenches of depression fueled thoughts. Grabbing myself by the shoulders and shaking, going “the answer to your suffering is NOT more suffering!” and “no, it is NOT a good idea to stop taking care of yourself and seeing how bad it really gets.”
Honorable mention to “the concept of ‘deserving’ to feel better or worse is so subjective as to be functionally useless, so who the fuck cares if you ‘deserve’ relief. Feeling better will allow me to do better. Take the damn meds.”















