It’s not an incapacity to cope with day to day living in the modern world. It’s an incapacity to function. At all. If you and your loved ones have been spared, every blessing to you. If depression has taken root in you or your loved ones, every blessing to you, too. No one chooses it. No one deserves it. It runs in families, it ruins families. You cannot imagine what it takes to feign normalcy, to show up to work, to make a dentist appointment, to pay bills, to walk your dog, to return library books on time, to keep enough toilet paper on hand, when you are exerting most of your capacity on trying not to kill yourself. Depression is real. Just because you’ve never had it doesn’t make it imaginary. Compassion is also real. And a depressed person may cling desperately to it until they are out of the woods and they may remember your compassion for the rest of their lives as a force greater than their depression. Have a heart. Judge not lest ye be judged."
Depression is not a synonym for being sad or having a bad day/bad week.
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My clinical depression is and was impossible to explain to someone because i struggle to change my thoughts in to words like these. But now, this post has made sense of it all and i will ALWAYS reblog this.
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MARIO, YOUR PRINCESS IS IN ANOTHER AQUARIUM?!?!
Reddittor jennyleighb posted video and these photos of her roomate’s 55 gallon aquarium that’s been customized with a LEGO Super Mario Bros. level. Here’s a link to more photos showing the progession of the build.
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So I needed to go to the corner shop and buy lunch because I’m currently just bleh and can’t make it myself. As I entered the little shop the ady goes:
“Hey! Pork roll no salad yes?” I smiled and nodded. As she started making it she looked up at me and said: ” Hey girl, you don’t look the happy, I give you extra meat for extra happy” I couldn’t help but laugh softly. When she heard me laughe she looked at me and said: “See, already working.”
How funny that someone who’s meant to be a good friend can upset me so much, and a woman that know’s me as “pork roll with no salad” can cheer me up so well. Being remembered by strangers is an oddly nice thing.
When I posted on facebook that my pet mouse had died my friend had commented saying: I don’t know whether to feel sorry for you or not care because you didn’t like her anyway.
The reaason he thought that was because whenever he visited I would complain that she was evil because she bit me and I could never play with her.
When I bought her, I had originally said I wasn’t going to get another mouse because my previous one Moku died and it really upset me. But when I went to the pet shop one night. I saw her sitting in the tank with all these other mice and she was the smallest and was sitting in the corner away from all the other mice. She looked so small and lonely even though she was surrounded by all these other mice. When I asked the store attendant if I could buy her, he said “Are you sure, she’s small and might die soon.” I didn’t care, when he lifted her up, I noticed that she had piled up all this food in the corner and was sitting on it while all the other mice huddled around the food bowl fighting for their share. It’s strange that I can relate to a mouse. Sitting in there with all of them but being so alone. I bought her because that’s how I was feeling.
When I took her home and I set up her cage I made it look all pretty and gave her the cutest name I could come up with. Every night I said goodnight to her and every morning I would say hello. I still do that, before going to bed I’ll walk by the cage and give her a small wave, or I’ll sneak her some peanut butter on some bread even though my fiance didn’t want me to be spoiling her.
To me she was much more than just a mouse, she waslike my own little mousey me. I showed her all the attention that she wasn’t getting back at the pet shop. Even though she bit me and hated to be held i loved her. I would call her evil yes, but my friends call me that and they still care about me. It was my own little nick name for her. She reminded me of me.
I’m really not okay that she died. Everyone keeps saying just get a new one. They don’t understand. You can’t just replace something that had a place in your heart. She had her own personality, and cuteness about her. I’m still crying. I’ve been crying since my friend commented on that post.
He tried calling me once he realised he’d upset me. I turned my phone off. Then he tried msn, I just ignored him.
No one will miss Waffles like I will, because no one knew what she was really like. She was not just a mouse.
Why are people so willing to just replace a life with another?
The truth is Waffles was my emotional support when I started feeling depressed while living with my mother. When I saw her all alone I felt like we needed each other. I don’t care how stupid it sounds. I need her and now she’s not here. It’s funny how I’ve been spiralling down and down, my depression is just getting worse to the point that i just want to die. And. She died….
Today my pet mouse Waffles died. She was fine in the morning then, I just found her dead. Not even a whole 2 hours later. I just went to the couch and balled my eyes out. She was so adorable and evil, but so cute. She’s still laying there in her cage, I don’t know what to do. I think I’m going to look for a box and make it pretty for her, and when my fiance gets home I’ll ask him to put her in there for me and then I’ll go bury her somewhere. I know if I touch her I will break down again. It’s funny how such a small creature is having such a huge effect on me. I’m miss you waffles.
- When a person laughs too much, even on stupid things, that person is sad deep inside
- When a person sleeps a lot, that person is lonely
- When a person talks less and if he talks fast, that person is keeping a secret
- When a person can’t cry, that person is weak
- When a person eats in an abnormal way, that person is in tension
- When a person cries on little things, that person is softhearted
- When someone asks about you although that someone is busy, he/she really loves you
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