depression is like trying to peel a potato with another potato its not fun it doesnt work and you just wanna cry
…why is this such a good metaphor what the fuck
i reblogged it before but then it got better
“Imagine this: that for once
the princess doesn’t need to be saved,
that the woman is a fucking hero,
that I can walk home alone
without clutching a Swiss Army knife.
Imagine this: you are no longer
flammable. You are not a match
to be lit, but you sure do strike.
Imagine this: you are not
the only one who
has ever felt this way.
Imagine this: you drape kisses
across your lover’s hip bones
You never have to be alone.
Imagine this: I hunt and I want,
and there’s not a damn thing
anyone can do about it.
Imagine this: you’re always situated
on the cusp of something
"Don’t take ~chemicals~ like prozac, I heard you can get the same effect by eating 19 oranges a day, that’s only 570 oranges a month!!!"
"Yeah I know you have horrible panic attacks but like, have you tried yoga?"
"Yeah I understand depression completely stops you from doing everyday tasks AND that you then feel guilty about that… But you have to just power through it and get on with things as normal!"
“As I see it, you are living with something that you keep hidden deep inside. Something heavy. I felt it from the first time I met you. You have a strong gaze, as if you have made up your mind about something. To tell you the truth, I myself carry such things around inside. Heavy things. That is how I can see it in you.”