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Depression is equal parts deeply boring and deeply embarrassing. Everyone’s always like, “reach out!” and “you can talk to me any time!” but let me tell you from my wealth of experience that 96% of people don’t want to hear you rehash your unstable self-image for the 371st time
People love hearing the dramatic bits; stories about hospitalizations are surefire, as long as you can maintain the balance of seeming like a credible narrator (not an easy thing to do when the story starts out with you doing something ill-advised, as most hospital stories do)
But 99.9999999999999999% of conversations about me being depressed are like “hi, yeah, I hate myself, same as yesterday. I feel that I am very incompetent at everything! I’ve added a few fresh details to the catechism of Why I Am A Monster, but functionally it’s the same.”
Then there are just further layers of like, Is Talking About This A Brave Disclosure Or Am I Just Doing It For Attention? Am I Wallowing Or Working Through My Trauma? Is This Person Going To Call The Cops If I Talk About Wanting To Die? Does Everyone Hate Me? How About Now?
It is very hard for me to imagine anyone not hating me because my own personal loathing is so beautifully infinite
Once I was talking to my therapist about all the anxieties I had while pregnant/postpartum, all these (ONGOING) fears that my body would contaminate or somehow hurt the baby, and she was like “it’s because you don’t think anything good can come from you” and I was like lmao true
I just so often feel that my own personal self - my soul, or whatever you want to call it - is so deeply monstrous in a very primal way, in a way that I feel like it must radiate off of me, like a smell that people smell if they get too close to me
Like a landfill that has been all covered up with sod and flowers and in the winter the children go sledding on it but underneath it’s just this roiling mass of rotting garbage. That’s what depression feels like! Like being a secret disgusting garbage heap hidden in a person suit
Ok sorry for oversharing and making things weird! Thank you for always being so nice when I am in a dark mood. I’m sorry i’m like this!
This is so real! Eventually you run out of new profound takes on "i just hate myself and i feel like its never going to get better" so you just keep thinking it by yourself instead. What's there to talk about? Nothing happened. I'm just like this now.
I feel like I've gotten to the point that I'm more comfortable depressed.
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