Add me on Snapchat @ alyssapaige2349, I want to create a private story to post weight loss updates and stuff on just to keep me on track as I lose my last 15 to 20lb. please girls only I’ve dealt with too many creeps when it comes to proana.
( obviously I will not be posting any nude/ overly revealing photo updates so don’t worry about that )
The state and government don’t care about people like me. People that can’t work a normal, social job and have lifelong mental health issues from extended trauma. They won’t even help me find a job I could possibly do. Sink or swim. They just..don’t care. Can’t get disability, and can’t get help either. I wonder why the suicide rates are so high..
TRIGGER WARNING: Depression and directly related comorbidities.
Tumblr is probably the one-stop-shop for everything that romanticizes depression. Find a scene with pills, or blood, or tears, or the ocean, and flip it to black and white. Throw some vague (or explicit) metaphor about depression and suicide like
“Depressed people are just angels that want to go home~”
and you’ve got thousands of likes and reblogs. It’s not a question about whether this is happening or not, it’s a fact.
But here’s another fact.
Depression shouldn’t be romanticized! Just because they’re tough emotions to deal with and it’s way easier to accept and even endorse destructive patterns of thought and behavior does not mean that it does anyone any long term good. The easy way of “I’m depressed so I must be an angel” or “wow what a tragic Greek story about a life snuffed by society” is not the way to be an ally for those struggling with mental illness and it’s not the way to cope with it.
To tell people, especially young people, through repeated messages that say that where they are right now is an okay endpoint when that point they are in is so obviously detrimental to themselves and people around them is practically manslaughter.
Depression, although nothing to be ashamed of, is not something that is inherently beautiful. If you were to treat strep throat the same way it would sound ridiculous!
“From my raw throat, to my cold fingers, from my thin hair, to my numb toes, I am slowly engulfed in the ink of the sky~”
Sounds poetic, just like all those other “artsy” depression posts. What’s really happening is your limbs are rotting away, and nothing is being done about it.
Depression is not special. It is common, it can be deadly if untreated, it can present differently in different people, and you can’t just sleep or exercise it off. You go to a doctor if you have the flu, you take meds if you have a headache, but all of a sudden just because this one’s a little tougher to treat and a little harder to fight we all just give up and spiral down into misery? This is a serious issue and to brush it off by suffocating the nuance of it and shoving a circular peg into a square hole is only going to end in higher suicide rates, broken families, and lives unlived.
Fuck there’s no doubt I’m getting maniac now. I can’t fucking sleep.
I want to but I can’t. I tried some reading but it’s like I can’t stop moving my body so to read is fucking hard. Also my stupid thoughts are racing and I’m losing my mind because I just want to sleep.
To my fellow humans with chronic illness, mental illness, eating disorders, etc…
What’s your work experience like?
My boss told me today that my constant need to go to appointments during work hours was “becoming a problem”.
I understand this is perceived as unprofessional, but I’m going to these appointments for the ability to continue working at a functional level? I have explained to my boss before that I have health concerns that require attention, but I guess they don’t care. It’s not their problem anyway, I know.
I’ve begged my doctors to allow me to come in after I get off work but they can never seem to have anything open.