So, it’s Throwback Thursday, and I’m too exhausted to write what’s really on my heart, but this is a close approximation. Thank you to you all — Everyone who reached out last night and this morning. Here’s a reminder of what mental illness looks like. I’d like to think I’m a lovable human being. Sometimes the cost of my madness is, well — madness.
Here is a brief primer on how to deal with depressed people who vomit their depression all over you, much like I did last night.
First, I should clarify that I’m speaking primarily for myself — no one elected me spokeswoman for all depressed people everywhere, and thank dog, am I right? Who wants that responsibility?
What has two thumbs and doesn’t want that responsibility?
So… things you need to understand. I don’t need you to fix me. I mean, I’d love it if you could, but you can’t, because I’m not even sure what that would look like — like I said, I’m so far gone that objectivity has been defenestrated long ago, and I can’t even remember what better would look like.
I don’t want your pity, and I’m not just looking for attention. And I understand that what I do need requires effort on your part, and…
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