#tw-depression

[coliemoongaming]

I just wanna say that what Sebastian says is sweet but just because you end up with someone it doesn’t mean that your tw-depression will immediately go away. It may help a little bit but that’s it. 

[the-tired-tenor]

Four years ago, I began a long, drawn out, and very private struggle with depression. Today I engaged in true self-care for the first time in years, and I feel amazing. I am beyond lucky to have reached this point, I am not the norm.

I'm 22 now. I won't be attending my high school reunion, partly because I think they're dumb, but mostly because I would be reminded of all the people who should be there, but aren't, and that's too painful to me. I lost too many people before I was capable of dealing with it, and that scars you.

I know many of you also struggle with depression, and the nasty things that accompany it. As someone who has cried at the funerals of too many of the people he knew in high school, let me say: the world is better with you in it. Someone cares about you. If you are suffering from depression, please seek help.

Please stay

1-800-273-8255

[theghostofloganroy]

Oh guys

I’ve ran out of anti-depressants  so I’m gonna have to call the Doctor’s first thing in the morning in order to get a new prescription. My mum is going to work so I’m gonna have to do it on my own. 

Wish me luck 

[coliemoongaming]

I can definitely relate...so much to this. 

[musing-asylum]

The slumbering beast

   1) Ryuu’s drabble 

  Since experiencing death for the first time, his soul was broken. Happiness and joy were foreign emotions for the one who cheated death. The only constant feeling in his heart was a numbing sense of emptiness that made him long for another taste of death. On the lonely nights, the feeling amplifies and the need to feel something else becomes unbearable. His body is listless, but the weight of something pressing on his back, makes him unable to move. 

He craved something that he can’t identify. The need to destroy, manipulate and break people increase with every passing moment and his resistance grew weaker every day. He doesn’t want to turn into a mindless, bloodthirsty beast. He doesn’t desire to be the villain of this story, but his soul is broken and this hole inside could only be filled with the pain of others. 

It is the desire to see other crumple under his watchful eyes that arouse something primal and sadistic in his flesh. May be he would feel something at other’s suffering. Whether it’s guilt or pleasure that such sight makes him feel he doesn’t care as long as he could feel something other than emptiness and rage that festers in his heart.

[fergutful]

What Does It Feel Like To Be Hungry?

Woke up holding the bracelet you gave me like a rosary,

hot in the hands, light coming through the windows like

needles, and a Post It note above my head with the words,

“You made the right choice.”

I spent the rest of the day ripping the carpet up and

replacing it with thumbtacks so I wouldn’t go back to bed,

144 of them per square foot and each with the needle up,

but it still took me more than once to leave the room without

having to kneel in the doorway trying to decide which side of the

transition strip the bracelet belonged to.

On the seventh try I gave it to the toilet bowl, flushed,

and called it Forgetting.

Tuesday came but it was nothing new, the same fight as

every morning but this time loud enough that the neighbors called.

They heard screaming, they said, were worried someone broke

in, and I told them my depression did, that it’s not always as

quiet as people think.

But it’s not just a piece of hair you can pull, not a

letter you can burn. You’re a ghost of yourself, always there but

never quite connected. You run like water into the drain and

still look down, spend hours and hours pulling words out of you

that were never supposed to be yours. You go to bed and you’re an

atheist, clawing at yourself to believe in something bigger,

choking and choking and wishing you could remember to care.