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(✿ﾉ◡‿◡)ﾉ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ reminder that if u can’t get out of bed today that’s okay and if u feel like crying on public transportation that’s okay and if u got a bad mark on a test that’s okay because there are still so many forests to explore and cities to get lost in and dogs to pet and u are only a small star in a big universe and u are doing so well
Am I being stupid? I mentioned to my aunt that I can't deal with my grandmother's apparent development of Alzheimer's sometimes, that I don't have the patience to deal with it. She said well people don't have the patience to deal with me and my "mood swings" sometimes. Now, whereas I never tell my grandmother to her face that I don't have the patience to deal with her, they tell me these things to my face. And whereas my grandmother will forget my annoyance, I spend everyday feeling like a (Pt1)
(cont)A burden, feeling like everyone secretly hates me, like they would be better off without me, that they wish I didn’t exist, or that I had the courage to remove myself. Now I understand that my grandmother can’t help what is wrong with her, and I wasn’t trying to be an asshole, I just mentioned, after she left the room, that I can’t deal with it. So am I stupid for being upset with my aunt for saying that dealing with me is the exact same thing and that I should consider how other people feel when they have no patience for me? Keep in mind that is how she worded it. I get her point but it made me immediately upset and felt like a confirmation that no one wants me around, that no one wants to put up with me. That everyone hates me and wish I didn’t exist. Or am I being ridiculous?
Your feelings are valid no matter what and you can’t help feeling upset. It will only make things worse to tell yourself that you don’t deserve to feel upset. I’m not exactly sure what was going through your aunt’s mind, it is possible that if your grandmother is her mother, she was taking some personal offense to what you said but that didn’t give her the right to respond the way she did.
When you hear your parents talking about you with other people in a different room…
AND THEN THEY START LAUGHING
Like one of the worst moments in life. Nothing throws me into a agitated emotional state like when I think/know people are laughing about something I said/did/appeared to be. It’s hard for me to believe laughter is not a personal attack.
You exist, and therefore, you matter. You’re allowed to voice your thoughts and feelings. You’re allowed to assert your needs and take up space. You’re allowed to hold onto the truth that who you are is exactly enough. And you’re allowed to remove anyone from your life who makes you feel otherwise."
It frustrated me when people say that they think antidepressants are dangerous, pointless, or should be banned because they are a “mood altering drug”.
Like…duh. Of course they’re a mood altering drug. That’s the whole reason people who are depressed take them. Because we want out moods to be altered into something passably normal so that we can function during the day without collapsing in a heap or being overwhelmed by everyday life. The pills don’t turn us into “crazy people”, or violent killers, or moody bitches, or whatever other awful stereotypes are out there. They help us function and think normally. It clears that awful haze that makes our thoughts foggy and our bodies sluggish. Instead of spending all day in bed with no motivation to move, bathe, or even eat, my pills make me want to get off my butt and do things. I look forward to every day, instead of dreading every day.
Nobody ever says that they think cancer drugs should be banned because they’re a “body altering drug”. They accept that, even though cancer drugs can have a variety of negative side-effects, they are still a necessity in the fight against cancer. So why aren’t antidepressants (and other similar “mood altering drugs”) seen as a necessity in the fight against depression? Why do so many people focus on the potential negative side-effects as opposed to the many potential positive benefits? Why do so many people think its ok to tell those with mental illness to suffer through their illness rather than attempt to fix it with the help of medication and doctors? Why are we encouraged to hide our illness and keep our medications a secret? Why are we considered weak for “giving up”, instead of being considered strong for doing something about our illness?
It makes me so angry how those with depression and those who take antidepressants are treated by society.
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