Entering A Depressive Episode Is Never Fun. You Think About The Last Time This Happened, But Youre Too

Entering a depressive episode is never fun. You think about the last time this happened, but you’re too tired to remember. You’re too tired to think of any coping mechanism that you or your therapist have ever came up with. And you start to go through the motions of life on autopilot. You don’t realize you’re in this state for weeks, until someone who you care about convinces you to take a break, and you can’t even give them that. So you keep on going until what, color starts to come in again? It’s easier? You think it’s never going to get easier again, and it’s all hopeless.

So you say, “I’ll do it for him” the reason you didn’t realize You were in an episode, because he made you want to do things. And you’ll take a god damn break because missing one day of your life being an anxious pile of goo is what you deserve. You deserve a break.

“Pissbaby”

“Excuse me, I am a piss MAN”

Hi I’m the limitation crab, I’m here to tell you that boundaries are important and having them does not make you a shitty person

When am I going to get my obligatory fluff episode beach adventure

Slime: *looks angry, then proceeds to fall off a cliff*

My brain: yeah me too bud

Cue me audibly gasping: DID YOU JUST EXPLODE

Do you think like, teenaged vampires have the weirdest vocabulary possible?? A mix of gen z pop culture and their parents Victorian accents would make them say the most absurd shit

(I tried to think of something fanciful and victorian to say paired with some outdated meme, but all I can think of is the middle schooler across from me today when I was drawing in a public space, muttering “slay” very loudly to himself over and over again for three hours)