Depression As Superpower - Tumblr Posts

Except me and people like me, who are in front of war, famine and repressive goverements: “Gimme more, gimme more, gimme-gimme-gimme more!”, but have a hard time - very hard time - facing everyday life.  I always thought that I only imagine that I would be the brave one in front of hard times, because I have no idea, how it is.  But hola! Some experiences have found me.  I now have stepped out for a woman I saw verbally beaten until she was on her knees and begging. I know how it is to be pushed down the stairs, so that EMO was needed and I could not properly walk for a month (something with a knee, it was 1.5 times bigger than before). The war started in Ukraine and it’s not too far away from Estonia, where I live.  People have attacked me (not very hard, no guns, no knives, not even hard punches) and I stood my ground, and now I know - I am indeed the brave one. Gimme-more-woman. GIMME MORE!

But ... unfortunately it means beign depressive and all-the-time-tired and hopeless, when it is “normal life” that “normal people” enjoy.  “I wish I had something to fight for, someone to fight against!” said imaginary Frodo in my childhood to imaginary Gandalf. “But that is not for you to decide,” he answered. “All you can do is to wait your time to fight. Endure the normal life and wait!”