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× alexa × 23 × texas × wife & mother of two × coffee lover & photography enthusiast ×

[refiningfire]

[academicfeminist]

Things I never knew about depression until I finally had a doctor explain the disease to me

Depression can manifest as irrational anger.

My complete and total inability to keep anything clean or tidy for any amount of time is a symptom of my depression. I may never be able to do this. It’s important that I remember that and forgive myself when I clean something out (like my car) and it ends up trashed within a week.

Depression IS A DISABILITY. Requiring accommodations is okay.

Medications don’t make you better, they don’t cure your depression. They serve as an aid. Their purpose is to help you get to everyone else’s minimal level of functioning.

Depression can cycle through periods of inactivity. This doesn’t mean it’s gone away.

The reason I don’t feel like other people understand me is because … well … other people DON’T understand me. They can’t. They don’t have my disability.

Paranoia is par for the course.

Depression can and will interfere with your physical mobility. Forgive yourself when you can’t physically do something.

It’s entirely possible that I may never be able to live by myself. I can’t take care of myself. I need help to do it. And that’s okay.

[xianimoon]

As someone who suffers from depression and who experiences all these things as well I think this is important and needs to be reblogged. Depression is a very difficult thing, not only for people who suffer from it, but for everyone who knows a depressed person. My family doesn’t know how to deal with it, my friends try their very best to support me and I have tried to pretend I was fine until I was in ninth grade.

[avalugg]

Everything makes so much more sense

[helly-watermelonsmellinfellon]

Depression is a disease of the brain. The brain is an organ. When organs are not functioning properly, you are advised to see a doctor and get help. So why is it so hard to understand that the brain can suffer as well, and that we need help for it?

The brain controls the body. A sick brain means a sick body.

[thedevils-playmate]

…. Shit.

[sapphrikahhh]

Paranoia is par for the course.

[enchantednights]

me: is a needy piece of shit who needs constant reassurance and attention from friends

also me: is distant as hell, avoids all social interaction

[sunshine-mommy]

Hi.

[ignoreme-oops]

Please do this. It’s so hot. Oh my goodness.

[bon----voyage]

[wolftramp]

Vintage Blog

[mrsjuliejones-deactivated201808]

[narnia]

[deeplifequotes]

Change doesn’t care if you’re ready.

(via deeplifequotes)

[hgkjfk-blog]

[fxckup-kid-deactivated20161012]

[arachnephoto]

[jptalapian]

[godth]

Girls with big thighs are natural works of art.

[cwote]

even if you don’t see progress right away…

YOU.

ARE.

DOING.

GREAT.

[ugh-salina-blog]

I want to do better and become a better person.

[blossomfully]

“I hope we last. I hope we do. But if we don’t, this is how I want you to remember me: I want you to remember me curled up, listening to the sound of your heartbeat and tracing maps across your skin. Remember me laughing at your jokes, even the stupid ones. Remember me in hysterics for absolutely no reason and in tears because one time you made me so sad neither of us thought I’d recover. Remember me brave, that time you held my hand and I thought I was going to die; remember me scared and gentle and delicate and breakable - only for you though, only for you. Remember me happy, and all the ridiculous ways I tried to get your attention. Remember the way I was too stubborn to talk to you and how absolutely insane it drove the both of us. Remember all the firsts and how they were so delightful we went back for seconds and thirds and fourths. Remember the songs you couldn’t stop listening to and the childish dreams you allowed yourself about the future. If it’s any consolation I allowed myself to have them too. If it comes to it I don’t want you to remember the ending. Remember the beginning. Remember the first time you knew.

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #132 (via blossomfully)