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.

I’m like 93% sure there’s a ghost who lives in my closet, and I’ve lovingly dubbed them closet ghost. No I will not explain

Would everyone, if they got the chance to go back in time and talk with their past self about stuff, just straight up hate them??? Is that a common thread??? The amount of times I’ve heard people talking about wanting to punch their past selves makes me rethink my life choices. I’d bully them but I think we’d be buds :(((

Sleeping with the dead spider I found on my bed and I threw my phone at. didn’t find its body but that’s fine I’m fine

Don’t have friends. You’ll ask them to give you their playlists, then they just pause for a moment, before asking you if you know what vore is. And you, naturally, respond with “OF COURSE I KNOW WHAT VORE IS, WHY IS THAT NECESSARY FOR YOU TO GIVE ME MUSIC RECOMMENDATIONS”

Get you a best friend that would believe you 100% if you told them you time travelled